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(At the same night, around 2 am)
I walks into the hospital, the same hospital her dad is admitted in. Taking his last breaths and tasting the karma. 
Something which he deserves. 
I enters in the room. The man sitting  awake on his bed, suffering from the last stage of Leukemia. 
"Sir." 
His voice is full of guilt and regret. 
"Hm, I see. So now, you are regretting?"
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have stayed quie-" 
He groans out loud as I land a punch on his ugly old face.  
"Keep your fucking apologizes to yourself. I don't need them." 
He coughs out blood, as the whole white bedsheets turns red in color.
"Prettiest view I have seen in a while since the last meet of mine with your daughter." I says, giving him my full big smile as he continues to mutter out his apologies. 
"Don't.. please sir, leave my daughter she- she doesn't even know th-is all... She- is innocent."
"Innocent? She's has your blood running in her veins." 
"She-... Sh-e doesn't know an-ything... About this- a-bout 'sasha'... Y-our mother-"
I kicks his bed with my power as he lands on the floor. I didn't stop and keep kicking his face from my foot. Several times until his face becomes unrecognisable.
I leans in, grabbing his collar as I pulls him towards me. 
"Don't you say her name from that filthy mouth of yours."
I watch him as he joints his hands infront of me. Begging. 
"Please... I beg you to leave... My daugh-ter... Pl-ease..." 
I huffs out a breath punching him once more on this chest and leaving his collar as he coughs out more blood than before. 
"So, you are begging now? Huh. That's the same thing my mom did. You ignored it. So that's what I'm going to do too." 
"I know... I kn-ow I d-id wrong... And de-serve to die... B-ut... It's not my... Da-ughters  fau-lt...pleas-e. I beg-" 
I shot him. Once. Twice. Thrice. And more. The blood splattered all over the room including my shirt and hairs. But that's none my concerns for now. 
His eyes were open as I watch his dead body lying on the floor. The last tear fall from those eyes of his. 
MARCUS BROWN. The father of the girl I have under my grasp is dead. 
I walks out of the room and waltz directly out of the hospital as the guard follows me and looks at me for further orders. 
"A helicopter, to Theodore's." I informs at which he nods obediently and took out his phone as I sat in the car. 
~
Marcus Brown. The security guard who used to guard my mother's house let that rapist enter in the house when he offered a few dollars to that asshole. 
She begged and yelled for help but he didn't even bother to help her. Let alone called someone for helped. 
Niccolo Roosevelt, the asshole father of mine offered money to Marcus, in exchange to keep his mouth shut about what happened to my mother. And who did it. 
And with that money, he opened that company, the fucker was lucky enough to create a successful company by doing illegal activities like drug dealing and many other things. But now. He's dead.
~