The swirling breeze is penetrating inside the burnt cafe, the pungent smell has no longer effect on me since my senses seem to be paralysed for a moment.
The sadistic face which was imprinted in my memories for so long finally freshen up. After seeing him in front of me, I want to strangle him but I can't put myself in front of him.
Why? I am dumbfounded to find out that the person I hated for sending me in prison is no other than my father.
“It can’t be true!” I almost whispered.”
“That’s up to you, believe it or not but i am your father. I am a cruel and greedy Mobster, Enzo Alberto Russo and here you stand opposite to me, my daughter, Illona Evelina Russo.” the hint of sarcasm dropped from his voice.
He turned to me and I halted in my tracks. “Now you probably understand what kind
