For Andy to believe that I could ever betray her in any sort of shape or form was hurtful. As soon as she read the letter, I was on the top of her suspect list along with my father. To think I would ever invest my time in such an elaborate plan to take down the most powerful gang in the world was absurd and idiotic. If whoever was doing this got away with eliminating the whole family of Santa Monica or even the whole family of California, they had hundreds of other families to go against. There were sanctions in the De Palma Family all over the globe and in different countries, they couldn't be stopped.

So whoever had enough balls to think they could overtake the De Palma Family was a f-cking misled fool. My father wasn't that. I may have just gotten to know him but after hanging out with him and my mother, they were anything but stupid. They were smart, calculated and knew their boundaries. My father wouldn't perform a suicide mission such as this. Whoever was framing my father knew he was an easy target and decided to pin it on him merely for giggles and drama.

It really irritated me that Andy literally believed every word in the letter as if the person who wrote it wasn't a psychopathic serial killer. Though, I didn't believe anything from the foolish note, I did promise that I would talk to my father and see what's up the following morning. Part of me didn't want to ask but I wanted to put it to rest and give Andy a peace of mind that my family wasn't shady.

I was aggravated with Andy so after we left Mario's apartment, I made her drop me off back at my own. She wanted me to spend the night with her to make sure I would be 'safe' but I wasn't sure why she was so worried about it. Suddenly, I was in the clear and no longer working with my father to kill her and everyone in her Family? Yeah, right.

She was so bipolar about the situation that I didn't know if I could trust her when sh-t went wrong. I get it. She's an influential gang leader. She had to be on the lookout and can't trust anyone but she should be able to trust me. Especially if she loved me as much as she said she did.

"Girl, your father's in love with you and so is your mother. He's innocent," Mia said as she sat on top of the kitchen countertop. She peeled the banana she was holding precisely before taking a huge bite out of it. "Camilo too! You two get along so well. You can't fake that chemistry. Andy is tripping. Whoever wrote that note is setting some sh-t up."

"That's what I'm thinking! They want my father and Andy to turn against each other. Andy will be so preoccupied with my father that whoever is really behind this can do whatever they want without being suspected. It's sh-tty and f-cked up. It's like Andy isn't smart enough to understand that and it's irritating," I agreed with Mia. I'm glad someone else around here was actually using their noggin.

"Dude, I wonder who it is. Do you have any idea who it might be," Mia questioned.

"Not at all. I feel like it's someone from Andy's past. Possibly, someone that I've never met. The first letter was signed by 'an old friend' but this letter was signed in my father's name. My father just f-cking met Andy and they're not friends yet. Whoever is doing this is backpedaling and throwing suspicions elsewhere and it has to be for a reason. I just don't know. It's aggravating me and no matter what I still have to go and confront my father right now." I grabbed my keys from the kitchen table and slowly made my way towards the front door. "Wish me luck, girl."

"I'm sending nothing but good vibes. Tell your fine ass brother that I said hello," Mia called out before waving me a goodbye. I rolled my eyes but shouted out a goodbye as I left my apartment.

I had called my father and he said it was more than fine for me to come over to his home. Camilo was currently there too and he was just going to suggest that I come over anyways. Hopefully, we got the painfully awkward conversation out of the way and could enjoy our day as a family.

My parents had a nice, fairly modest home in the middle of a suburb where all the other neighbors were normal citizens. Believe it or not but they blended in well. On first glance, you really couldn't tell that my father had his own gang. My mother definitely looked like an innocent little lady. They were known as the nice couple on the block with a handsome son, a cute granddaughter and now a beautiful daughter.

Usually when I went over to my parent's home, my mother opened the door and there was at least one dish fresh out of the oven. This visit was much different. This time Camilo answered the door and he didn't seem happy at all. His eyes were puffy and red as if he had been crying and he couldn't even look me in the eyes as I studied his face. "What's going on? Is everything okay," I asked as I grabbed his face and forced him to look me in the eyes.

He put his hands on my forearms and pushed them down so I could stop grabbing his face. "Just come inside, Camila. Our father is waiting." 'Father'? Okay, something was definitely going on. My stomach turned and I swallowed hard. What if somehow they got ahold of the note or knew about everything that was going on? What if they were upset that they were being involved in this mischief? F-ck. I didn't want to lose them over stupid bullsh-t that I knew they had nothing to do with.

My father was waiting in the living room. He was sitting on the couch with Luis by his side. The two had stone faces and unlike Camilo, they looked like they hadn't been crying. While Luis's glare stayed serious, my father's face lightened up a little bit when he saw me. "Good morning, Camila." My father pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my cheeks and forehead as usual. I giggled as I patted his back.

"Good morning, Papi. Where's mama?" The rest of the house seemed empty. It felt like my father, Luis, Camilo and I were the only one's there and for some reason it felt weird. There was this eerie feeling in the air that made it feel like things weren't right. Maybe it was because Camilo wasn't in a good mood which I had very seldom seen.

"She's running errands but please sit, Camila. We need to talk," my father said as he pointed to a chair adjacent to the couch Luis and him were sitting on.

I looked to Camilo, who was standing beside the couch. There was space for him to sit down but he stood there with his arms crossed. Every now and then he would sniffle and wipe at his eyes subtly. F-ck, what was bothering him? Seeing him upset made me upset. Did he get in a fight with Gabriela? Just last night, the two of them seemed so f-cking happy. What happened?

Forcing myself to stop worrying about Camilo, I sat down in the chair and stared at my father and Luis. Even Luis who was always trying to flirt with me was quiet and he stared at me differently. He usually stared with lust but this time his stare was more dark and distant. F-ck, they definitely found out about the letter somehow. I sat there awkwardly and tried to make the situation better by giving a small, awkward smile. "What do we need to talk about," I questioned as casually as possible.

"Last night, we know what happened. We know every single detail of what happened and what's been going on. Someone's killing people in the De Palma Family. They're doing it slowly and they're doing it to get under Andy's skin. They want Andy dead." I shifted uncomfortably in my chair as my father spoke. His brown eyes never left mine and it seemed like the more he talked, the slower he let out his words. He was thinking about how to phrase things and I was becoming impatient.

"Wait, how do you know? Did someone tell you? Did Andy tell you," I began shooting out questions like bullets.

My father chuckled uneasily and put his hands together. He rubbed his hands slowly and anxiously. "Camila, I love you so much. More than you will ever know. You're my daughter. My flesh and my blood. Your mother and I gave you away so you could live a better life. You're doing well for yourself but I want more for you. I want to give you the world, anything you can imagine. I would never hurt you."

For some reason, those words didn't give me comfort. They just put me further on edge. I quickly looked over at Camilo but he looked away. My father snapped at me to regain my attention. "Hey, you know I love you, right?"

"Yes, I know."

"You love me too, right?"

"Of course, I do."

My father covered his face with his hands briefly as he took a deep breath. "I trust you, Camila. I trust you'll be smart about this and you'll make the right decision. It pains Camilo but he made the right decision. Now, all we need is you." Once again, I looked at Camilo who was staring down at the floor. The back of his hand wiped his eyes once again. What the hell was going?

"I ordered Luis to kill Craig and Mario. You see, I'm not foolish enough to think I can take down the De Palma Family. I have different motives. All I want is my family. You. Me. Your mother Camilo. Gabriela. Little Camila. Luis, he's like a son to me. I want all seven of us to live peacefully."

"We can do that. What's the problem? Why'd you bring Andy and the Family into this?" I honestly didn't have time to process anything. All I had was f-cking questions. The letter was telling the truth. It was my father but he wasn't after the De Palma Family. All he wanted was me and he knew to get me, he had to go through Andy first. He was making her weak by killing off her friends and now he was trying to snatch me.

"Andy is a distraction that needs to be eliminated. She won't let you go easily and I fear, in order for us to be a family then she has to be...exterminated. Honestly, when Camilo found you and met you, I didn't know what to think. I thought I could do without you in my life but then he started telling me about how you act, your personality and how beautiful you were."

Wait, did Camilo know about this the whole time? How could he f-cking play me? Why was he crying when he was a f-cking snake? Maybe because he was finally getting caught. I couldn't believe this. "Please, don't blame any of this on Camilo. He had no idea until a couple hours ago. He found you for his own personal reasons but once he found you, I knew I wanted you to be in our lives. I became jealous of Andy and I ordered Luis to kill Craig with a very obscure note so she wouldn't follow our tracks. I signed it as 'an old friend' to throw her off."

"After getting to know you more over the months, I couldn't wait. I needed to have you all for myself. I needed Andy out of the picture quicker, so I ordered Luis to kill Mario before the Halloween party. The video that was sent to her was filmed hours earlier but sent during the party. It was all set up nicely. I was going to order Luis to slowly kill De Palma Family members until he got to Andy. I was going to kill her personally and then be there to comfort you like I didn't kill her myself. I was never going to tell you or Camilo any of that and basically trick you two into living a happy life with me as a family. But I decided to be honest. I don't want to be a dishonest father."

"I want to make this easy for you, Camila. I want to give you choices. We can go easy about this or we can go hard. I trust you so I'm going to give you a couple of days to think about your answer. Are you listening?" I was at such a lost for words that I couldn't say anything but listen and let hot tears of disbelief fall down my cheeks. "You can peacefully come with me and our family. We'll head back to Colombia, live nicely as a family and I'll even keep Andy alive if that makes you feel better but you're going to have to X her out of your life. Or, we can do this the hard way, you go run and tell Andy my whole plan and then well, I'll f-cking kill her and force you to live with us as a family."

My mind was going to a million places. No way could this be real. I had to be dreaming. My biological family couldn't be this f-cked up, at least Camilo couldn't. As far as I knew, Camilo was innocent just misguided and I didn't know a damn thing about how my mother felt about this. At this point, I was second guessing if she was still running errands. I couldn't trust anything my father said. How could he be so two-faced? Why did he hate Andy so much that he couldn't allow her to be part of my life?

"You don't have to do this, Papi. I love you. I love our family but I love Andy too. We can coexist. There's nothing wrong with Andy. She'd be happy to be part of the family. We can work this out. We can be a family. Please, don't break up our bond. I don't want to lose any of you," I tried to convince my father. The whole situation was a mess, even if I convinced him to back off, I knew I couldn't convince Andy not to retaliate. He killed two of her friends. Once she found out, my father was dead. Possibly Camilo too and I couldn't handle that.

"You have to choose. Her or us," my father said boldly. "Think about last night. Andy didn't trust you. I didn't have to be there to know that. I planted your name in that note for that very reason. I knew she'd assume you were working against her. If she loved you, she wouldn't have assumed that. She wouldn't have thought you were plotting her demise. Why be with someone who doesn't trust you? I trust you, Camila. I trust that even if you go and tell Andy everything that you'll still make the right decision. You'll come with us. You'll be with your family, the way it's supposed to be."

By this point, I was sobbing. In a way my father was right, but also wrong. My brain was so conflicted and confused. I was in love with Andy but if she didn't trust me then what was the point? Why would I give up my family for someone who thought I would kill them? Why not just go away with my family and let her live out her life without me? But then again, why would I choose my father who had to be just as psychotic as Luis to gruesomely murder people because of jealousy. Why was he so jealous over me? At this point, I didn't want to choose either. I just wanted to run away.

"If you tell Andy and you want to do this the hard way, so be it. Just tell her to give me a date and a time and the war will begin. I'd die for you, Camila."

I looked at Camilo and he finally opened his mouth to talk. "I don't agree with any of this. I think it's f-cked up but he's my father. I'm going to have his back no matter what. Please, make the right decision, Camila. Come with us and let Andy live."

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What do you guys think Delaney should do?

Are you guys surprised that her father is actually behind everything?