Trapped By The Mafia Don
Papa looks at me like I'm a little girl again getting in trouble around the suburbs of Phoenix.
"Good luck," Fernanda whispers and hurries off, head bowed, smiling a bit as she passes my papa. He gives her a little nod, since he knows she loved me so much, and he won't punish her for coming out first. Besides, his household runs thanks to that old woman and he knows that pissing her off would only be a headache.
"Daughter," Papa says, coming toward me. There's no happiness in his expression, not like Fernanda. He doesn't want me home and he knows my visit must mean something awful happened. "You're back and you're alone. I wasn't expecting you."
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