Alessandro’s POVI learned the meaning of betrayal before I knew what trust meant.The smell of burning cigarettes filled the house that night. The walls were silent, the lights dim. My heart pounded from where I hid behind the stairs“I will give you anything. Name your price.”My father dropped to his knees.He stretched his arms forward, his palms trembling as they hovered inches from the stranger’s shoes. I didn’t recognize the man kneeling there.“You need to pay the price for the Gosgrove project,” the masked man said, kicking my father’s hands away.“We know you reported to the authorities. You destroyed the brotherhood’s plans.”“I didn’t,” my father pleaded. “I swear, I didn’t.”My mother fell beside him, clutching the stranger’s trousers as though they were her last hope.“Please,” her voice shook. “He knows nothing about it. We can talk. Whatever you want, we’ll give it to you.”The man laughed. The sound was harsh, sharp, echoing off the walls like he was watching a poorly
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