FRANCESCO'S POV
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I sighed deeply as I turned off my laptop, making my way down to the living room. I had a long day of work, and I needed a fucking drink.
As I walked into the living room I noticed my two eldest sons, Enzo and Emilio, sitting on the couch. I gave them a slight smile and a nod, and they did the same.
"Hey boys, how was yo-" I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I picked it up.
"Yes, this is he. I'm sorry, what? Daughter? She is alive? What the fuck. Are you sure? - THIS MORNING? WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU CALL EARLIER? I'm sorry, sir. Fuck. Yes, yes I will be there. I will take her in, shit — okay — I'll be there."
I put the phone down and a grin grew on my face. My daughter. The one who we presumed died when she was 3. No, we knew she died. We saw her die. A video was sent to me, a video of a man torturing my daughter until she died from blood loss. I killed that man, torturing him slowly and stretching his death out for as long as possible, making him beg for forgiveness and mercy before I finally ended his life.
"Dad...what the fuck were you talking about?" Enzo asked, eyes wide.
I wanted to scold him for his language, but my smile just grew.
"Your sister is alive...our bambina, she is alive -- she is in LA, we need to pick her up, we need to — they did a DNA test, it's her, she isn't dead. Let's leave, now!" I said, my smile reaching my ears. I couldn't contain myself, stuttering over my own words. (Baby.)
Enzo's mouth dropped as he jumped from his seat and ran out to the car. Emilio was sitting there in shock, processing my words. I ran out after Enzo, telling the driver to bring us to the airport as fast as he could, where we would take a private jet to LA.
I couldn't believe she was alive. I saw her die, on a recording, right in front of my eyes. Was it edited? No, it couldn't be...did she survive that? Was she really alive? What if this was some kind of sick prank? I really hope it wasn't.
I missed my bambina. I missed her so much.
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Word count: 425
*EDITED
Short chapter, I just wanted to show a side from Francesco.
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