After four long hours of driving, I finally stop in front my house-my parent's house.Still the same two story house, with the obnoxiously large water fountain in the middle of the driveway. I guess you could say I was born into a rich family, actually very rich.Papa's older brother, Pedro Alfonso, was head of the Spanish mafia. When he died of a heart attack, his wife, Cristina Alfonso, and son, Dante Alfonso, came to live with us.One day, they both magically died. At least that's how Dominic Alfonso, my papa, wants everyone to see it as.But that's all a whole lot of bullshit.That night, I heard screams and sobs coming from our basement. My stupid, seven-year-old self, went downstairs to cure my curiosity and my heart practically stopped when I saw the scene playing out in front of me.Papa-my papa, was stabbing Dante in the chest with a knife while aunt Cristina was tied to a chair in the corner, being forced to watch her own son die.I didn't know what to do, it's not like I co
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