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My world stood still the second Roberto Ferrante uttered his sentence.
"Valentina is not my daughter."
We are in the basement under the club, Roberto is nervous and he has even laid his hands on his sons or had them put so someone else could do it, I think someone else did this, he wouldn’t hurt his sons this bad. All to make it clear how important Valentina is in his life and then he says that one sentence
"Valentina is not my daughter."
"WHAT?" shouts Riccardo and he wipes some blood away from his cheek. Not that this makes it better to look at, but it's a start. "Maybe we should go to your house," I start.
"No, now we stay here," Roberto shakes his head.
"You need to hear this from me." He sits down
"I'm with the big car. Let's go." I push. This is clearly not a c
