Claimed By The Don

Chapter 8

Ava p.o.v

it's unusual to see four expensive cars packed in front of our house, it's not like we always have visitors. And with cars. Not that we didn't have relatives that are rich and have cars but they don't necessarily come visiting us, I personally think it's because dad isn't who he was before.

He's partially normal now, not that ambitious and carefree man they benefit from anymore, that makes him useless to them. I mean he already lost his sanity, they couldn't get anything from him, so why stress themselves visiting.

I don't particularly hate them, I just hate how ungrateful they are. After everything he did for them, he lost everything he works so hard for just because he was building their lives. But look how they pay him back, turning their backs at him when he needed them the most.

All this thinking about their betrayal adds to all the furstration and heartbreak he's having.

I want to make them pay for what they did, to feel the pain of the person they trust turned their back on.

With so much anger buried deeply in my heart, why won't I want to make them pay. No body should criticize me for not being forgiving, screw that shit. when you watch your once sweet dad turn into something else, and your mom struggling to put food on your table then you will understand where I'm coming from.

I mentally shook my head removing those disturbing thoughts from my head.

As if the cars packed in front of our isn't shocking enough, then this would shock you more, standing like a giant statue in front of our house blocking the entrance are two men dressed in all black suit and an equal intimidating black glasses on, hands behind their backs staring straight ahead.

Fear gripped me, many questions swam in my head.

What happened, is the most outstanding one, are they here to seize our only shelter away? what trouble did dad stir up this time.

I shared a confused look with Alex.

"Can you make way for us?" Alex said or more like ask, even I wasn't bold enough to speak up, scared that they might hurt us.

"State your names and reasons for being here." The most bulky one among the two said blankly, they both wore blank expression like they been controlled.

Ridiculous right? How you get questioned before entering your own home, as for me it's rather serious than it look.

What on planet Earth is going on.

"This our home! let us through." Grace high pitched voice snapped, snappy baby I cooed inwardly, but that might bring us harm rather than good. I held her closer to me when the men glare at her, their gaze making her cower.

"State your names and reasons for being here." The other man repeat more calmer than the first one.

"We aren't telling you no shit." Alex sometimes scare me with this boldness of his, like now stepping in front of me and Grace blocking us from any incoming psychical harm, it's heart warming but also terrifying. Especially, when the people he's up against are twice his seize. He won't be able to fight them all alone, so I did the one thing anyone would.

I gently dragged him aside, then smile apologically at them.

"Could you at least go in and confirm if we aren't supposed to be here?" The taller and bulkier one eyed me suspiciously before pushing a button on the Bluetooth in his ear.

"Boss there are three kids here claiming they live here." He spoke.

Not even a minute later the door open revealing Mom and a man, which I instantly recognise as one of the men that came with Dario to the cafe, no, not the middle one.