Dante Ferrari
Alex led us to his study, where a series of photographs and documents were spread out on the desk. He pointed to a particular photo, a grainy image of my father meeting with a group of men. "This was taken the night Aria's parents were killed. Your father was there, along with several known associates."
My blood ran cold as I examined the photo. There was no denying it—my father had been involved. "What else do you have?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Alex handed me a stack of documents. "These are financial records, showing payments made to various individuals involved in the hit. It's all there, Dante. Your father ordered the hit on Aria's parents."
I felt a surge of rage and betrayal. My own father, the man I had looked up to, had orchestrated the murder of the woman I love parents. "We need to confront him. Now."
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