Celina
Faron and the other man walked towards me. Faron touched my cheek while the other man grabbed my arm.
"You just made a big mistake," I heard his voice and I fell to my knees. The men quickly walked to the back of the room.
"Vito, you are alive," Faron said.
"You can't shoot for s**t, Faron," Vito chuckled. "You also told me to always aim for the head, so I knew my enemies were truly dead. I thought you would remember that."
"You son of a bit-,"
"I don't think you want to bring my mother into this Faron," Vito slowly walked toward me and lifted me up. "Are you okay?" I looked him over. He had blood on his shirt. He had bruises and looked like he had been on the brink of death but he still looked so strong. I simply nodded. Vito kissed my forehead. "It's going to be okay."
