Italy.....
"Hello, Dad," Ragadio says smirking.
"Ragadio." Rogelio smiles back.
"I'm here for revenge. Rogelio Dela Vega. To you and to you're daughter. Florenza." Ragadio says in a voice full of anger.
"Revenge for what my son," Rogelio asks as he drinks his cup of coffee. As if what he is dealing with is just a childish tantrum.
"Damn that word son. We're not even blood-related, you bastard!" Ragadio says in annoyance as he raises his g*n, pointing at him.
Rogelio stands up from his seat, raising the vigilance of Ragadio.
Rogelio then walks like the g*n that is raised on him doesn't exist at all, as he goes toward Ragadio. Ragadio holds on to the g*n tight as he pulls the trigger, making Rogelio sigh and continue as if there are no such bullets coming his way.
What makes him turn
