06-04-2015, 07:48 AM
The blood rush from the boy's face. He remembered who he was at the very least. Giordano wonderd what the little whelp of a daughter told him about her ever loving father. He smiled at the boy, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way son. It really is your choice. Come with me quietly. There is no need for a scene."
Giorando took a step forward, he kept his hand in his pocket as he took another, walked slowly towards this Lucas, this friend of his daughter's. He spoke softly so as not to alarm, "Do you know where my daughter is? She's been missing for a few days, as have you. Did the two of you run off to some tropical getaway for a little fun." He raised an eyebrow in inuendo.