Who knew what this man was capable of?
Just the sheer reality that I had lived off blood money my whole life made me feel sick to my stomach.
Hit me like a ton of bricks.
Wondering how many families had suffered...
Wondering how many people had died.
In order for that money to get into the palms of the hands of my father.
"H – he's going to r – rape me, Dad..." I whimpered helplessly, tears continuing to roll down my cheeks.
"Enough!" Marcello roared.
He brought his hand up to my face, slapping me...
Hard, with such a force...
That I toppled backwards.
My hand sprung to my face, which was stinging, burning underneath his touch.
Hot tears fell down my cheeks, and I couldn't stop them.
I couldn't fucking stop them.
"I should have broken up this pity party a long time ago," Marcello snarled.
"Please, Marcello..." Dad quivered. "It's not too late. You can have any woman you want. Why do you have to have my daughter..."
"ENOUGH!" Marcello roared, cutting him off of his sentence. I jolted upwards, my entire body convulsing.
And the next thing I heard...
Made my blood run cold.
Marcello took a gun out of his pocket, bringing it upwards...
Ready to cock it and aim it.
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