The Don’s Revenge

Aurora’s POVI stumbled after him. My head wasn’t even attached to my body. We ran down the street, toward the car.The second he slammed the door shut, I exploded.“Dad, what have you done? What have you done?” I screamed, tears already flooding my face.“Calm down,” he barked, eyes wild as he started the engine. “It’s gonna be fine. We’ll be fine.”“No! You shot him! You shot him, Dad, he’s dead! The man is dead!” I sobbed, gripping the dashboard like it could hold me together.He didn’t answer. He just drove, fast and sharp, weaving through streets like he was a pro driver.“Turn back! Please, we have to go back!” I peered behind, at the mess we had left. “Someone has to help him. We have to take him to the hospital.”“We can’t,” he said through gritted teeth. “They’ll be looking for us. We don’t have time.”They? I didn’t even know who they were. All I knew was that blood had spilled, and my father, my quiet, gentle father, was the one who pulled the trigger.When we reached the a

Aurora’s POVHe held my gaze for a moment, then turned around. Some of the men got into the car with him. Two men wrapped my father’s body in a blanket and picked him up like he wasn’t a living, breathing human only moments ago, then tossed him into the trunk of one of the cars.I was still on my knees, blood-stained hands and clothes, staring off into the distance. Tears trickled down my cheeks, but not a single sound escaped my mouth. How could everything change so fast? One night? One dinner? And now, two men were dead. My father was dead. The trajectory of my life had changed so drastically.Just then, one of the men approached me. My head jerked in his direction. I recognized him. I wouldn’t forget him. Nico. He had piercing green eyes and bleached blonde hair. He stuck out like a sore thumb in a sea of dark-colored hair. He was the man who had gleefully handed Angelo the sword that killed my father. He was number three on the list of men I was going to kill when the time to aven