The door was flung open with such force that I was surprised it didn't come off its hinges and Franco stood there, his face like thunder.
"WHY COULDN'T YOU DO WHAT THE FUCK I SAID?" He screamed at me.
"YOU CAN'T GO AROUND KIDNAPPING PEOPLE" I screamed back. "JUST TO GET YOUR OWN FUCKING WAY."
"I WANTED YOU FOR MYSELF," he said. "AND KNEW WITH THOSE TWO AROUND YOU WOULD NEVER LOOK AT ME TWICE."
Ever since I had known him I had never seen the look in his eyes that was there now. It was a look of genuine emotion and there was even a solitary tear welling up in his left eye.
"My family owns the entire hotel complex," he said. "Yet with all that I still end up alone."
"But kidnapping and forced filming is illegal," I said. "Surely you know that."
"I do but how else will I ever get to have what I need without it?"
"Don't forget I have seen the nice side of you Franco," I said. "The soft, caring, loving side and that is the side people want."
"You say that but when I tried I was humiliated by the first man I truly loved," Franco said and the solitary tear fell from his eye down his cheek.
Seeing Franco there, a pathetic, broken figure, the tear running down his face, caused a flicker of emotion to surge through my body and I took a step towards him, but as I did he stepped back away from me.
"Why are you backing away?" I asked, stopping my advance. "Tell me what happened Franco"
"I've never told anybody," He said.
"Well maybe if you did you could start moving forward," I told him. "And stop with your aggressiveness and hatred to people."
Franco lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes now completely filled with tears, but this time he didn't move. Reaching out I grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to the sofa and we both sat down.
"Start talking Franco," I said. "And maybe we can make all the bad stuff go away."
He looked at me straight in the eyes and a small, nervous smile escaped from his lips.
"Promise you won't tell anyone what I am about to say," he said.
"I won't say a word," I promised. "But you have a lot of people to make up to and some might not be as understanding as me."
"I know that."
We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, before Franco started to talk.
"I was in a relationship with another guy," he began. "And I thought things were going really well, but I was so wrong."
"Why were you?" I asked.
"Because one day after I had finished work I walked in on him with someone else."
"Did you know the other person?" I asked.
"No it was just some random holiday maker," he replied. "But when he saw me standing there he just laughed and carried on."
Tears started to fall down his face as he struggled to go on.
"After the other man had gone he found me at the bar and tried to apologize."
"What did you say?"
"He was very persuasive and I did love him," Franco sobbed. "So I listened to him and he then told me to meet him later on and he would make it up to me."
"Well did you meet?"
"Yes and it was the worst night of my life," Franco said and the tears fell freely then.