As much as I missed my father and wished I could talk to him and tell him everything I was going through, I couldn't.
My phone rang again, snapping me out of my depressed state. I picked up my phone and saw that it was Tony. I wanted to know if I was to feel relieved or worried. What could he be contacting me at this time for?
"Fratello. What happened?" I asked.
"Open the door."
I stared at my phone blankly for a few seconds before I kicked into action, my mind already conjuring terrible scenarios. I rushed down the stairs and opened the door to see my twofratellistanding on the other side.
"Tony, Marcello…what happened?" I demanded, worry visible in my voice.
The two of them entered the house without responding. When I closed the door and looked at them, I saw them with their guns c
