Open War

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*Bella* As Dad gestured to Jonathan to drive off, a loud hand slamming on the car made him stop abruptly. I peered out of the window and spotted Vin striding towards the driver's seat, signaling for Jonathan to switch off the engine. "What the hell is this, Vincenzo?" Dad's voice was stern, his annoyance palpable. I glanced at Vin, his gaze fixed on me with intensity. "Bella, you can't leave," he declared, and my mouth went dry with nervousness. No, Vin, please! Don't do that. I pleaded inwardly, fearing the conflict that could erupt between him and Dad. I wished desperately that he could read my plea in my eyes. "Have you lost your f*****g mind, Vincenzo Leonardi?" Dad bellowed, his voice booming with anger. I reached out, touching Dad's arm in an attempt to calm him down. He glanc

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