Amelia
“Hey, Daddy.” I said, opening the door to his office and finding him sitting in his office chair.
“Hey, Princess.” He replied while he turned off the computer in front of him.
“I have some questions.” I said, sitting down on the chair in front of his desk.
“I might have some answers, but the way you came here, I am not sure I want to know.” He said while leaning back in his chair and lacing his fingers together.
“Is Somalia’s dad a capo too?” I asked, leaning toward his desk.
“Why do you ask that?” He asked, furrowing his brows.
“Well, she has lived the same lifestyle we live and does not know what her father does for a living.” I replied, leaning my head to the side.
He rubbed his face and then looked at me while leaning toward the desk. “Yes.” He replied.
“I knew
