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Everyone was tired after their trouble in Italy and getting in the private Jet back to the U.K. Vallea was quiet all the way back, which was unlike her. She was always so talkative. Not today, maybe it had been too much for her to take in the fact that her father was a useless prick who done nothing more than treat her mother like a  whore like Gianni what she couldn’t understand was why the twins had never turned in him  unlike Marco something had snapped snapped inside him and made him shoot his own father. She couldn’t hate him for his actions and wondered why her mother didn’t hate her father too.

There were a lot of questions that she wanted to ask but she was unsure of how to ask them or if they’d get a answered only me would tell.

They all got off the jet when it had landed at Heathrow for the long ride beck home. She closed her eyes, today had certainly taken its toll on her and everyone else. The car finally stopped in front &