Alexander
I couldn't believe what my second-in-command had just told me. Was my father gone? No. No. Impossible! How…My father?
I could vaguely make out Tony and Aryana talking next to me, the only thing in my ears was the repeated words of Tony telling me that my father was no more.
‘Mi dispiace, fratello. Tuo padre è morto. Non c'è più.’
‘Tuo padre è morto. Non c'è più.’
'Non c'è più.'
No more?
As much as I wanted to, as much as my head was begging, I couldn't stop replaying Tony's words. My head tilted as though I was going to faint, my body falling onto the cold, wooden floor. The spots in my vision made me feel like I was about to lose consciousness, my head spinning and sight blurring, and my breaths quickening as my mind struggled to believe that my father was dead.
It wasn'
