𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋
"Dad!" Antonio yelled. "Dad, no!"
Thunder. Lightning. Gunshots. Mayhem.
All I could do was watch as my father let out his last breath, life being ripped out of him within a single moment. And then I howled. I fucking cried out as reality slowly started to infuse me with the excruciating pain of watching my father die. This was not how it was supposed to go down. My father dying was not part of the fucking plan. I was the one ready to die for the people I loved. I wasn't ready for anyone else to die except the fuckers who thought they had the power to play God with all our lives.
I looked up, sound starting to return, the chaos and mayhem pulling me back to the here and now. And then I saw her. Layla. Her limp body was being dragged by the man who is about to die by my hand.
"Mato!" I roared, and then I was on my feet, running toward them.