Chapter 15 A Rebel

• Alex’s hatred stemmed from his past experience with Italians. As a child, he had watched his father lose his mother to a Italian, one whose face remained etched in his memory.
• He drove aggressively to his family home, a place that he hadn’t visited for weeks. He hardly stayed home; his home was the penthouse. But he visited on few occasions when he needed to see his grandmother.
• As he waited for the gate to open. His eyes caught on the black SUV situated a few meters away. For some reasons, it gave him the chills, a feeling of danger lurking around. He decided to approach the car , but was hesitated once the gate opened . He glanced one more time at the car and give up the thought; he would ask the security guard to run a check on it.