“I’m here for him,” he points at me.
“Stefano, he’s not to blame for this, you are,” I hear her voice.
“Adelina?”
“So it’s true, you know him?” Stefano turns on her and I growl.
“She befriended me, yes. She is wishing for our families to get along. But that depends on what you do next,” I say, pushing the soldier back.
“You need to leave,” Stefano hisses. He thinks he’s a badass stepping up to me.
“Call my father,” I whisper to the soldier, who turns around and does that while I have this intruder distracted.
“Why Adelina? You knew he was a monster,” Stefano engages with her again.
“He’s not. And neither are we,” she argues with him, “we don’t have to go down this road.”
“Listen to her,” I say softly and before I can blink the man is on the ground.
“Stefano,” Adelina cries out.
“He pulled a gun,” my soldier says to me.
“Adelina, you have to go, now,” I urge her.
“He’s dead,” she mumbles.
“It was an accident. One I hope I can make right. I was a monster, you showed me I’m not that. Please remember that,” I say as I kiss her lightly on the lips.
“I need to go,” and she flees. I stop the man from pursuing her, “let her go. She’s a woman.”
“She will tell them what happened?”
“I don’t think so,” I mumble as my father and his men burst in.
“What happened?” My father looks at the body on the ground, blood pooling on the floor.
“He broke in, pulled a gun, and he shot him,” I point at the soldier. I probably should learn names.
“Mikhael,” the man whispers to me.
“Thanks,” I murmur.
“Clean this up,” my father points to a few men, who go off to find cleaning supplies, “send the body back to the Italians with an apology.”
“I don’t think that will matter anymore,” I say.
“Does it matter? They started this,” My uncle shouts and my father glares at him.
“You didn’t even know what was going on until yesterday morning. Shut the fuck up and sit down,” my father snarls at him.
“Send the apology,” I nod at Mikhael.
“I was truly just trying to protect your son,” Mikhael says to my father.
“I know, you’re not in trouble. Let’s move people, we are still opening tonight,” my father says and Tim starts barking orders at employees.
“You okay?” My father asks me.
