The Don's Daughter

oming without the usual chants of victory and

silently, staring at the trucks as they parked next to his huge mansion. He stared throug

Don Carlo. He had heard of how his men had been stripped naked, and how the drugs he was supposed to

he refused to be

r,knew their boundaries and had occasionally sent gifts to each other. That was why he didn't

was his friend, he was going to let his men

was w

bastian was a man that was wildly respected and feared, and to hear his men talk ab

how even though he had just limited explosives and a few men because he had sent some of his men to help his

d to as his friend could do such a thing to him, that a man he trusted

ucted them to wipe out each and everyon

as seeing was

him, he could see from their fac

was coursing through his system and veins, he groaned, clearly annoyed

imself on having not been

lo had just rendered his men and their weapo

os

ld trust, a man that he had picked from the streets and turned into his deputy. He wa

On his arm was a gunshot wound, appa

his deputy. He was a man that understood the pressure and the stress that came with that position, an

seeing is false. Tell me you brought that bastard

e failed you. But this

e of brandy that was on the table. Without batting an eyelid, he lifted it and flung it

d the bottle struck the wall next to h

nt and surprise, more like shock and dumbfoundment. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't sacred

ly a m

ting his command and his orders. He stared at them, scanning each and ev

s open. You're going to do as I've taught you. We are going to strike back, no mat

d back at him in the eyes, not fl

s b

ours. We need a family member, probably his son or his daughter. Make

nodded, his face a mask of s

before that, give me a repo