Five years later...

"Daddy!", Alessa ran towards her father as he walked into the living room. Even though he was tired as hell, he crouched down to pick her up. He was thankful for Matteo that made him change out if his bloody shirt before coming home.

"Principessa, how are you?", He said as he went to sit on the couch with her on his lap. "I'm fine! I missed you", she said and hugged him again. Then she began to cry. Worry filled his senses as he made her look at me, "Baby, what happened?".

"Andrea and Antonio won't let me play with them", she sniffled. A sigh of...