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"Knock knock, Daddy," she spoke in such a soft, innocent voice, with the most devilish smirk on her face.

Victor couldn't help but crack a small smile at the sight of it, and Carmine noticed.

"Oh, sweet Lord." The Don put his head in his hands and sighs, "Are you two?" he gestures are the both of them with one hand, not living his face from the other.

"No, actually were here to kill you." Scarlett claims, calmly, still looking ever so innocent. Her father looks at her perplexed.

"Is that so?" He leans back in his chair, scratching his chin, "I guess you found out it was me who set up the accident, then?"

"Yes, daddy, I know it was you." She leans against his desk, looking down on him, "Why?"

"I couldn't have my daughter in love with a hitman like Zsasz, you would be hunted for the rest of your life. The car was an accident, but, the injection you got from me wasn't." Scarlett's eyes glasses over and she almost cries.

"You almost had me killed," she pauses, "because I love him?" A tear slips from her eye and drops on her fathers desk. "I fucking hate you."

As she ran from his office she let her tears fall freely, knowing full well Victor was following her closely.

"You can come to my house, if you'd like." He says soothingly as he rubbed her back. She turns and smiles at him with tear-stained cheeks,

"Thank you, Vic. Help me pack?"

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