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Gio's POV

She looked relaxed and at peace in her sleep. She's sleeping for 2 hours now. She wasn't suppose to see my gun. It's my dessert eagle I got as a present from Geneva. I used it to shoot Mario because he was trying to cross my territory.

Belle started whispering 'no' and shaking. I held her in my arms and she calmed down. Tears came down her face without stopping.

"Sorry for your wetting your shirt." Her quiet voice filled the room. My shirt was the least of my problems right now. All I cared about was her.

"It's okay. How are you?" Her eyes were now puffy from crying.

"I'm fine. It's just a nightmare."The question I was trying to avoid . "Why did you have a gun and why was there blood on your clothes?"

What am I gonna tell her?

Oh you know I'm a mafia leader that killed your mother.

Fuck no!!

"It's mine. I keep it for protection. The reason my clothes were bloody is because I got into a fight at the bar." I can't believe I lied straight to her face.

It's not the fjrst.

Shut the hell up.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you're not lying." I'm gonna regret this.

I looked in her hazel orbs."I'm not lying to you."

"Don't make me regret this." Seriousness laced her voice.

She spent the rest of the day doing homework in the room.

Belle's POV

I hate guns I mean who likes those things who can take your life in the blink of an eye.

Like what it did to mom.

Gio checked on me every half an hour asking if I want anything my response is always 'no i'm fine'. A walk always calmed me down so I grabbed a hoodie and laced up my tennis shoes and headed out.

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The park bench was where I ended up. Children played about while adults chatted with one another. Something caught my eye and I looked back. A little girl ran up to a man and pointed to her sho lace. He bent down and started going through the steps with her. They both had dark brown hair so I assumed he was her father.

Who is my dad?

Thinking back to when I was little I didn't have a father figure around me. No father to tie my shoe laces or bring to father and daughter day at school.

"Why are you crying?" She was little girl of about six with blonde hair and a missing tooth. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

"I'm just remembering something. What's your name and where are your parents?"

"My name is Heidi and i'm here with my mom. I left her at the foodtruck." She smiled revealing her missing tooth and it was so cute."What's your name?"

"My names Arabelle."

"Heidi there you are. Don't go running off like that again." She took her hand and turned to me."I'm sorry. I hope she didn't disturb you."

"No she didn't. "She gave me an apologetic smile and walked away. Heidi waved at me with a small smile so I returned it.

My journey home was filled with thoughts of my dad and what would he be like.

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