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Casting my eyes on the floor, following the light brown specks on the wooden surface I let words slip past my lips. I hated the fact that I needed to go through the time and speak about everything I have been through, everything he did to me, everything he said... it was painful, yet on other hand, I understood that they needed to know what was happening all these years to be able to help.
'If they could? No one can help you. No one can save you from him and his wrath.' The voice in the back of my head keeps nagging me causing an unpleasant shiver to run through my spine knowing that it might be right.
Finishing my story I took a shaky breath in, feeling all my emotions mix once again. I hated crying. I hated to cry. But at this moment that was the only thing I wanted to do. The only thing that I have left are tears cause of everything else I lost. I lost my parents sixteen years ago due to a car accident, I lost my aunt due to my mistakes of not submitting to the devil when he asked. And now; now I have a feeling that I will lose these people that are sounding me.
These people were my other family when I came to live here in Italy. They were the first ones with who I made friends, the first people that treated me like a normal girl instead of some little weakling that lost her parents.
"You should have told us-" "He said he would kill all of you if I even think about opening my mouth. And when he said his name... I just knew he means it all. If I didn't do anything you all would be dead, and I couldn't let that happened." sighing I rubbed my face tiredly feeling lack of sleep starting to take its toll on me, "I couldn't let any of you die because of me or how would I live with myself if I know I could have stopped that? I simply couldn't..."
Taking a deep breath in and gathering courage I lifted my gaze from the floor to look at Dante's father. His eyes weren't hard like they were at first when we walked in, instead, they looked soft yet in some way they showed admiration and proudness making my heart swell.
"Before I make a call," Giovanni started after clearing his throat, "I want to apologize, to you," nodding my way he placed a hand flatly against the desk top, "for my behavior earlier. I hope you can understand from my point of view, as a father, he was broken when you-"
"Okay," Dante loudly butted in, "are we gonna make that call or not?" Giovanni shot him a cold glare which he only swung back with a flick of his wrist, "Come on, we don't have a whole day, if he is here and if he is searching for her... He could do a lot of shit if we don't stop him."
Sighing Giovanni glanced my way once again before nodding his head, "Of course, I will give Ricardo a call, we sealed aliases with them two years ago when we had a problem with Russians."
I couldn't help myself but glance at Xavier who had eyes of all on himself while his whole composure went stiff with his father's words. A crase pulled on my brows causing me to shoot a questioning look to Dante who only shook his head mouthing 'later'.
