CHAPTER 2
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A man with a sneer on his face slams open the door.
The man is someone I've never met. He also didn't seem to be very kind.
"I think I've found you now, Mr. Allegra." The guy says. My anxious father stands up and pulls me up behind him.
My dad tries to speak but stammers, "N-No."
Why is my father so afraid of him? I've never seen him respond in this manner. He has experienced anxiety before, but never stumbled.
My dad is mocked by the man's "N-N-N" laugh. He cries "NO" out of nowhere, which makes me jump. "Nothing, eh. You believe you can conceal yourself behind Mr. Alessandro. Allegra, I get what I want.
Mr. Alessio? the person we met. What is his connection to it? And why would my dad require defense against him?
I was standing behind my father, unsure of what the man was saying.
Mr. Nico, L-look." Okay, I'm sorry. I was at a loss for what to do. I was unaware that she was your wife. Father says
My parents have never mentioned Mr. Nico to me. I typically knew everyone my dad knew. I couldn't grasp it. How did my father treat his wife?
Mr. Nico now smirks as he tilts his head to look at me standing behind my dad. "Take a look at who is here. This is who. Another of your sluts, please. The guy says.
"Y-yes," my father replies.
WHAT? Did my dad really allow him to refer to me as a slut? Why didn't my father identify me as his daughter? But when Mr. Nico pulled a revolver out, I at once understood.
"N-no, oh please no." My father begs.
Don't worry, Mr. Nico laughs, "I won't get my own hands dirty." He says, which leaves us all perplexed.
Then, before anyone has a chance to react, one of his men pulls a revolver, shooting my father three times.
As the men go and don't appear to care, I yell. I sit behind my dad as he collapses to the ground while attempting to keep him awake.
"Dad, dad, please stay with me while I dial 911." Holding my father as he lay on the ground, I said.
I was pulling out my phone to make an ambulance call. when my father took it away.
"N-No, there is no ambulance." He spoke.
"Dad, why?" I inquired. "You need to see a doctor." I carried on.
He made an effort to talk but moaned in agony. So, I chose to call for assistance rather than interrogate him.
"HELP SOMEONE, PLEASE HELPPPP." I yell, but nobody hears me.
"Dad, will you please stay awake? I'll go get some. As I rushed out the door, I said.
As I rounded the corner, I ran into someone and dropped to the ground.
When I look up, I notice Mr. Alessandro and his security. Quickly, I stood up.
"Sir, my dad was shot. Please help." I yelled, gesturing into the room.
He didn't appear surprised by what I said. It appeared as though he was accustomed to shooting.
Along with four other males, Mr. Alessandro enters the room. He beckoned a man forward while looking directly at my father.
I dash to my dad's side and discover him to be unconscious. "Wake up, Dad!" I sobbed.
My father was being checked by the man. He first touched his wrist, then his neck. His head was then resting on his chest. I assumed it was to hear his breathing.
I had just rudimentary first aid knowledge.
"You must remove the bullets!" I remarked that I am perplexed as to why he is not operating.
He declares, "He's dead.
Call an ambulance right now. "NO, NO, YOUR LYING, YOU'RE NOT A DOCTOR YOU WOULDN'T KNOW." I screamed.
I say, "Look, he doesn't have a pulse." The man instructed me to put my hand on my father's wrist and then his neck.
"Wake him up, please! He cannot perish. I cried out loudly.
I screamed more and sobbed while holding my father in my arms.
Even though I could see it with my own eyes, I didn't want to admit that he had left.
Everyone was just staring as I sobbed while holding my father.
Shut up, please. I turned after hearing a shout to see Mr. Alessandro, who didn't seem too happy.
Chap. 4
Shut up, please. I jump when Mr. Alessandro yells.
He approaches me while stooping so our eyes can meet. He takes care to avoid getting blood on him. He gives me a chilly, direct look in the eyes.
He repeats, this time softly, "Shut up."
"My men are knowledgeable in their subject. If he is deceased, he is also deceased. He says incoherently.
I'm shocked as I look at him. How could he be so heartless? Mr. Nico claimed to be defending my father, didn't he? So why doesn't he appear to be even somewhat affected by his passing?
When Mr. Alessandro pulls up his phone to make a call, the person answers nearly instantly.
I hug my dad's body while I look at him and sob quietly.
I turn to look at my mum after hearing a loud gasp. She tears up as she runs up to my dad's body. She raises her head to face me.
The question is, "How did this happen?" She queries. I shake my head and tell her I'm not sure when it is.
Men enter carrying what I assumed to be a stretcher for my father's body. My mum and I follow after they put my dad on it.
When someone grabbed my arm as I turned to leave the room, I almost ran into the individual.
I noticed Mr. Alessandro when I looked up.
The question "Who shot him?" He says, releasing his hold on my arm.
"My dad called him Mr. Nico, but I've never met the man before." He nods as I say.
"Do you recognize him?" I inquire after learning more. Mr. Alessandro nods in agreement.
"Will you aid in my retaliation?" I ask with the threat of crying.
Mr. Alessandro, who I may not know, strikes me as being heartless. But given that Mr. Nico claimed my dad was hidden behind him, he might be able to assist me.
"I heard you protected my father from the person who killed him? Will you then lend a hand? I carried on.
I caught his arm as he said, "I don't do things for free," and turned to leave.
"So tell me what you need, and I'll fulfill it. But kindly assist me. His eyes suddenly became chilly, so I hastily said goodbye and released his arms. I'm not sure if my words or deeds are to blame.
He says, "I'll think about it," and then leaves.
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