Homicidal maniac

The next day. 

At an abandoned warehouse. 

Julius tried to free himself from the ropes binding his hands and legs but they wouldn't budge no matter how hard he tried. He had been tried up against a pillar, and he used up all his strength just to make the ropes tighten even more around his chest and stomach. 

Whoever did this must be an assassin! How could they manage to bind him so tightly? 

His mind started running wild. Who among the people he had offended could it be? Was it Leo, that punk of a useless son? Or could it be Livian, yet another ungrateful son? 

 Could it be Santino or Alexa? Just as he thought about them, another possibility flashed through his mind. It must be Shera! That was the person who wanted him dead the most. If it was Shera, then there surely was a ticking time bomb within this place.