The Question....
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Two months passed and my daughter is still in the coma. Her body isn't bruised anymore. She's beautiful laying there.
Negan hasn't left her side since she's been here. He sleeps in the chair beside her. Holding her hand. Watching her.
She finally stopped screaming in her sleep. Everytime she screamed. He would hold her. Humming her a song his mother song him before she died.
I would stand there watching him. He would tell her how his day was. I could see how he truly loves her.
He's a dangerous man but I trust him with my life and my daughter's life. I told him the other day. When she wakes up. He could be with her.
His eyes lit up. He was so excited that he could be with her but afraid that when she wakes up. She'll hate him for what he did.
I told him he has to wait and see. Another week went by. During that week she started to wake up. Two more weeks after that was the same result.
Seven months today. My daughter opened her eyes on her birthday. She finally came back. She sat up looking around. She slide back against the head of the bed. Pulling her knees to her chest.
I slowly came to her. Sitting on the bed beside her. Her eyes landed on mine. She looked me up and down. Like she was trying to remember me.
Then I heard her finally in over a year. Where am I?
I smiled and touched the back of her hand. She looked at my hand then back at me.
She said, " You are?"
I smiled and said, "You're my daughter. "
She repeated what I said. Then she jumped into my arms. Hugging me tightly. She started sobbing and said, "Where's the voice that hummed me that song. Is he here. "
I smiled and said, "He'll be back soon sweetie."
She just laid her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her. Holding her. I finally got her back. I don't want to lose her. I never knew I could love anyone. Until my daughter came into our lives. I will cherish her until I die."
I sat there holding her for an hour. I felt whole with her in my arms. I closed my eyes thanking God for giving me a chance to hold my daughter. I was going to teach her how to fight and to use a gun.
I need to make sure my little girl. Will be safe.
Six months passed and I trained my daughter how to fight and to protect herself. She became strong really fast. She fights beside me. She even helps me torture people. I can see in her eyes the same thing I see. The enjoyment as I do.
My bestfriend from Italy. That's also the Mafia King there. Is coming here for a proposal. I have noticed that Negan has moved away from my daughter. He hardly ever go near her.
I asked him several times. He never answered. He just walked away. I know what my bestfriend wants.
I need to make sure my brother doesn't want my daughter. I need to talk to him.
Michael and his son Colin will be here. In two days.
Michael has been wanting to bring our Mafia's together and this is the only way to go.
That night I stood there at the end of the steps waiting on my brother. I needed to talk to him.
Twenty minutes later. Negan walked in with anger in his eyes. He stopped in front of me and said, "Tell me it's not true?"
I looked at him and said, " Let's talk in my office. I walked passed him. Down towards my office; opening the door. Motioning for Negan."
Negan walked in walking to the chair in front of my desk. Sitting down.
I closed the door. Walking to my chair sitting down.
I looked at him. Then said, " What's the deal with you and my daughter."
He looked down and said, "I tried to be there bro, but I can't forget the pain I caused her. The scar above her eye. Keeps reminding me of what I put her through. Bro I know what Michael wants."
I looked at Negan and said, " I understand bro, but I need to ask you. Do you want to be with my daughter.?"
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