Twenty-five: Audrina Bianchi

Twenty-five:

Audrina Bianchi

I still called The Fixer Dad in my head. I had never known Alessandro Ramono, and he had never made it a point to know me. The Fixer was the only father I had ever known. He might have been the scariest man in all of the crime families. I took him into his apartment. He’d given me a key in case I had any emergencies. Even though I wasn’t his daughter, he still tried to look out for me.

I dragged him up the front steps of his stoop, into his apartment, and I placed him on the couch. I then went to go and get him some water. “Dad. Daddy!” I called out. I sat down on the edge of his couch.

He snorted awake. “Shit!” He winced, and pressed his fingers to the temples of his forehead. Dad looked around. When he spotted me, he groaned. “Audrina, you shouldn’t be here.”

I glared. “What was I supposed to do, Daddy? Was I supposed to leave you at the bar drunk, so that you could choke on your own vomit?”

He sighed. “You’re not supposed to call me Daddy anymore