If there was one thing Gio had learned this past few days, it was to listen and ask questions. He'd almost lost Tiffany because he gave orders instead of asking questions. He'd lost years with Abi because he hadn't listened to what she was saying and asked questions, instead making assumptions. This time, he would not do that. He walked over and kneeled down in front of Abi's mother and lifted her face until she was looking at him eye to eye. "Is that what you want, Becky? Do you want to go home to the house you own? Or do you want to accept my collar, stay here with...