7 Chapter 6.

January 17, 2016

Baddo's POV.

I stood in my office, looking out the window. Search lights highlighted parts of the property as they moved, dogs and their handlers also scoured the grounds. Security was of top priority on Sanctuary grounds.

I turned around and went back to my desk, going through documents that needed my signature or approval as I waited patiently for my son to get back. I desperately wanted to know how the evening went.

Someone knocked on my door and opened it.

"Boss, Daniel is back." It was Vincent my underboss.

"Good, bring him in." I said, not looking up from the papers on my desk.

He cleared his throat. "The boys took him to his room, he's not in a good state."

"What do you mean?" I raised my head to look at him.

If Antonio poisoned my son, I would kill him.

"He's drunk, boss."

"Typical." I murmured as I checked the time, it was 10:48 PM. I got up from my desk. Leaving my office, I walked to Daniel's room, my underboss in tow.

His door was wide open, so I walked into the room without knocking and saw him sprawled out on the bed.

"Did you meet Antonio's daughter?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

He sat up. "Yes."

"And what do you think of her?"

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders. "She doesn't talk much. She is good looking though, she has a curvy figure and very long legs. She's cultured, does those things with cutleries and napkins..." He gestured with his hands.

While Daniel talked I realized no one had ever seen a picture of Antonio's daughter. No one knew what she looked like because Antonio went the extra mile to ensure that she was kept away from the public's eye.

"I need a detailed description, what's her name."

Daniel closed his eyes held his head like he was in pain.

"Her name is Ophelia. She has thick, wavy, dark hair and very light brown eyes, they're are the first thing you notice because they stand out. Pale silky skin, like alabaster, like she hasn't been in the sun for a long time. She's tall. I like her, there's just something about her."

A very lousy description but I ignored it because the features he listed reminded me of someone I knew. Light brown eyes that stood out. It couldn't be the same person, could it?

I needed to be sure.

"Are you sure its his daughter?"

"Positive, some guy called her princess, while Antonio called her, My Love." He used his fingers to put the last part of his sentence in quote.

No.

It couldn't be.

There's no way. she was dead, I watched her die!

"Look, if we're through with this conversation I'd like to go to sleep. I have a pounding headache." He tried to dismiss me.

I ignored him.

"You aren't done with her yet. From now on you'll be on standby and be ready to follow her where ever she goes. Learn everything you can about her, the more incriminating the better."

"Don't you have people to do that kind of work for you, I'm not interested."

I clenched my jaw and ground my teeth. "Don't test me you little piece of shit. I don't care if you are my son or not, I will put a bullet in you if you disobey or flout an order, do I make myself clear?"

He tried to stare me down but turned away.

"I've got a life of my own, you know." He said when I walked out the door.

There was never a loving relationship with my son. We never tried to build one. I believe the only reason he tolerated me was because of his inheritance. More so, now as he was my only surviving child.

When I went back to my office, I waved Victor away and I poured myself a full glass of whiskey and sat behind my large mahogany desk.

After taking a large swig, I opened my third drawer and picked up a framed picture underneath tons of paper.

A picture of a smiling woman with long, wavy, dark hair and light brown eyes.

She was dead, I saw her bleed to death.

I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my cheeks as my shoulders shook.

Antonio was going to pay for everything he had taken away from me.