Aurora's POV
The sound of a gun being fired broke through their words and I watched as they both squirmed in pain.
"f**k!" Nestore screamed, holding his leg. There was blood pooling from both of their legs.
"Aurora," My father's voice reached me from the corridor, and I watched as he hastened his steps to me, pulling me in his arms as soon as he got to me.
"You sure have some nerves Cavarallos," My father said, his arms running soothingly down my back.
"Are you okay?" He asked, staring at my face.
"Y—yes I am," I replied, nodding.
"You're not okay, Aurora; this wasn't how I left you before these bastards walked in," he said, sitting me down.
"Mr Falcone," Nevio called, crawling towards him.
"How nice is it to watch the richest family in the country kneel and get shot," He teased,
