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Completely consumed by guilt and grief, I stopped my car on a side street and got out, my heart racing, to somehow catch my breath.

My pulse was racing so fast it must have been unhealthy, but what was good for you in this shitty world?

I heard the sirens, knew the girl would be helped, but also knew her life would never be the same again.

From now on she was on her own and who knew if she wasn't even old enough to save my face in her subconscious... I was probably a monster for her, but I knew exactly who it was monster was here.

Determined to confront my sire, I got back in the car and quickly wrote a note to Hektor that I would be coming to the flat a little later and that he should please look after Isalie.

Only then do I drive off and only concentrate on my unbridled anger at everything and everyone. Especially myself and my father.

He knew for sure that there was a little girl there! Knew what he would do to me with it and he also knew that we had ruined her life...

And why... Because of some small arms deals...

That thought made me sick. So bad that I almost lost control of the car, but I pulled myself together and headed straight for his villa, which I finally reached in the next few minutes.

"Torres," the porter at the high gate greeted me, but I didn't even look at him. My eyes lingered on my father's Mercedes, which was parked up in the driveway and which, despite the darkness, I could tell was freshly polished.

"That bastard," I breathed, and when the porter finally opened the fucking gate, I hit the gas without a second thought and slammed into his car at full throttle, making a huge bang that shook my entire body.

My head was pounding and I was struggling to breathe from banging my chest on the steering wheel, but despite the pain, I had to smile wistfully when I saw through the still-intact windshield that his beloved car was so dented that not even a workshop could have repaired it.

"Emilio!" I heard my mother yell, who then teared open my car door to put her hands on my cheeks. "What were you thinking!"

She spoke in a trembling voice, but I didn't take her seriously at all. It was bitter enough that she hadn't spoken to me in years, and now that she must have thought I was trying to hurt myself, she came running like I meant something to her.

But I didn't... I didn't mean anything to anyone...

...except her...

My eyes wandered to the front door, where Mira looked at me curiously with wide eyes. Surely she didn't understand what was going on here and yet, she just looked adorable.

The beautiful yellow dress that blew lightly in the evening wind. In addition, this long black hair that fell slightly wavy over her shoulders.

"Come on, get out," my mother snapped me out of my thoughts, tugging on my arm. I did her the favor of letting her help me out, but I didn't even look at her. Not even when she fell into my arms and started to cry.

"Something else could have happened!" She warned, crying against my chest, and before I could say anything, I saw my father step out of the front door next to Mira.

His eyes were completely blank and as he glanced at his car and then back at me, I knew he was wishing I'd died at that moment.

I knew him, saw it in his eyes that were so dark, and put my hands on my mother's shoulders to push her away from me a little. I immediately ran towards him and, by God, I would have loved to have drawn my pistol with my trembling hands, but I couldn't. Not when Mira was there.

"Milo," she greeted me, looking down nervously. She wasn't good with me. I hardly knew me anymore and I didn't really know anything about her mental state either. I knew she knew who I was. But if she also had feelings, or if she could feel something like love.. I didn't know.

You weren't allowed to just touch her, let alone hug her, and she didn't like it when you looked into her face for too long.

"Hello, Mira," I whispered softly, smiling as warmly as I could, causing her to bounce up and down nervously, mumbling something unintelligible.

Then she walked past me to my mother, which made my eyes fall on my father, who was now standing directly opposite me.

"Did you know about the kid in this house!?" I asked as calmly as I could, although I wanted to tear him to pieces.

When he suddenly grinned and sent shivers down my spine, I angrily wanted to take a step towards him, but he pulled out his cell phone and looked at me intently.

"Emilio! You're out of control and well, you should think twice about who's in charge here, or things could go really bad for you real quick!"

"What are you talking about?!" I yelled and he looked deep into my hateful eyes while I watched him how big and powerful he felt towards me.

"The man you killed was a cop," he said suddenly, showing me a video on his phone that showed me exactly how I had kicked in the door of the house. "A very respected police officer whose wife died of cancer last month."

My head was pounding and my vision went black as I became more and more aware that my own father had set a nasty trap for me. And not only that... He was ruthless enough to implicate innocent people...

"You will come to your senses from now on and remember that I am your father! You will treat me with due respect or you may soon be serving your time in a cell!"

I turned away from him, just hearing his words circling over and over in my mind and walked down the driveway past my mother and Mira with a ton of weight on my shoulders.

I didn't care if I was his slave now. Also, if I would go to jail...

The only thing on my mind was this girl in her nursery bed...