You Should Have Chosen me

Chapter 28

Tristan P.O.V

It's been 3 weeks. Still no clue where she's been. After we cornered Logan, he denied everything and of course, he's gone missing. Tatiana's parents were shocked and the Hendersons mortified also.

"THIS, this is all your fault. My daughter is missing because of your son!" Santiago Fiori boomed.

He was never the kind of man to explode. Always level headed and calm.

"Santi, please understand, we had nothing to do with this. We didn't know  our son was behind this!" Mr.Henderson said.

"Do you think I care? As soon as we find her, I'm withdrawing all the contracts and clauses."

"Don't make rash decisions Santi please." the two were going at it while I was sitting in the hall waiting patiently for the only person I knew who could help me. Anthony was on his phone pulling out as many contacts he could find to help us out. 

I hadn't showered in probably a week, shaved too. I looked like a caveman and the worst part is, I felt useless. I don't know where else to look and I'm worried for her. What if they're torturing her? Refraining myself from thinking bad things, I shut my eyes for a while. Another thing I haven't been doing lately. 

How could I sleep when the girl I loved was out there alone. The study doors opened and both the men came out. Before any of them could say anything, a car horn could be heard from the compound outside.

"What in the world is that?" Mr.Fiori asked. He glanced out the window and his face turned from confusion to pure shock.

"You called him here? After all these years.. He actually came here?" he looked at me.

I merely shook my head. My father had finally arrived from Italy. Yes, typical of me to have a father who was one of the well-known mafias around. We could hear Mrs.Fiori greet them with shock and followed by foot step leading to the great hall room we were in.

My father, Tristan Kane Michael Senior, or Michael as everyone close to him called him, was the opposite of me in the sense that he was a short man. Me being close to 6'"5, He was around 5'5''. He had that air of respect just like Mr.Fiori had. People knew that they were good men but my father was even more dangerous. 

The two men stared at each other and there was a long silence. "Michael." Mr. Fiori nodded his head to the leather sofas.

My father had yet to say a word. I never knew why they stopped talking to each other actually. 

"I understand Tatiana is missing?" he asked.

"Yes, his son has kidnapped her and not long ago we got a ransom from him." he said.

"What?! Why didn't you let me know? After all, I am her husband." I shouted.

"You two were pretending. Everyone knew that's why she went out with him right? Besides, you don't care for her." he told me coldly.

"You talk as if you know my son Santiago. If he did not care for her why call me for help? Always jumping to conclusions aren't you? After all these years you have not changed a bit." my father said again and this time Mr.Fiori was even more stunned.

"But, but he's under a contract to get married also right?" he stuttered.

"Yes, but I'm not so stupid Santi. My boy actually cares for Tatiana. He won't simply marry a girl without making a proper decision. Now, I did not come here to help you. I am here for my son. Let's get to work." that's why I loved my dad so much.

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TATI P.O.V

Pitch black. That's all I could see. Suddenly, a bulb flickered over me and the room was lit up. I was literally in a cage. There was a man sitting on a stool in the corner. He was dozed off and I tried to get my bearings but I was still so unconcious from all the torture they've been doing to me.