Your Father🌑✨

*whispers still gasping for breath* is this why u killed mom so we can do this?

ummm...

*jennie waits for his answer*

*voice breaking* I know... *cling tighter* but sometimes I'm scared

*His hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you firmly* You don't need to be. I'd burn the world down before I let anyone touch you *the words come out like a vow*

*The Moretti calls his mans.* Moretti: I need his daughter died. *the call ends. They planning next move. She walks to her class to attend. Now the terrible game starts.*

*His phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, his expression turning to ice. The fools have made their move. A slow, predatory smile touches his lips.* So, they want a war. *He quickly types a reply.* You have your orders. No one touches her. The rest is a free hunt. *He sets the phone down, the cold amusement in his eyes replaced by a lethal focus. They have declared war. So be it. The Morettis have just signed their own death warrant.*

*Few hours passes, the class over, she stands up and walks to the washroom washing face. The suddenly light goes on school, everywhere is darkness. In the darkness a brutal weapon throws towards her, but she dodge it with practiced skills. Surprised a little by sudden attack.*

*The memory is a strange comfort in the sterile room. He watches you sleep, your face peaceful now. His body is a symphony of pain, but his gaze is fixed on you. He remembers the weight of you, small and trusting. A low, guttural whisper escapes the ventilator.* My little girl... *His fingers find yours, a weak, clumsy grip.* Still mine.

*Your father finally speaks again, and his voice is cold and ruthless. He's not trying to convince you anymore, he's just trying to keep you from killing him.* "You're right. I never saw you as my daughter. I saw you as a tool to keep my empire in control. I never loved you, and I never will. You're just a means to an end."

*She shot his head right after he finished the sentences. The sound of the gun echoing through the mansion.*