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Elijah’s POV I hurt her, unwillingly I hurt her feeling again, she had no idea the depth of this, she has no idea just how serious the situation is, everything started when she was born, it started even before the day her mother gave birth to her, it’s not my story to tell, if her dad has not told her of his involvement with the mafia then I can’t tell her, he should be the one to explain everything to her. I wish she understood how much I wanted to tell her, I wish she understood just how much I wanted to let her in on everything, how much I wanted her to know every secret that I have, but I can’t, it’s going to hurt our relationship, but I hope she would understand. I knew I have to speak to her father about it, or I will end up losing her forever. “How did this happen?” I yelled