Fabiano shifted in his seat. “Remo, you realize we won, right? We got my father. Your insane plan worked.” “Yeah, my plan worked …” “Then why—” Fabiano’s eyes widened. My grip on the steering wheel tightened. “We can try kidnapping her again. It worked once, who’s to say it won’t work again?” he said almost incredulously.
Fabi—NO. Wth man. 😆😆🤣🤣😭😭😭
