VINCENT'S POV

It felt like days no months actually but it had only been a week.Today was the funeral .No one wanted to go knowing whose it was but we had to.At the funeral no one paid attention even l did not.All l could think about was my babygirl thinking of ways l could have saved her.Maybe if l had kept her by my side all night she would have been here .

My thoughts were interrupted by a grunt from a person next to me who so happened to be Kyden.l can't even blame him because l rather not be here but l am being respectful.Fortunetly he woke up after three days and the first thing he shouted was 'Alessa'.l honestly did not have the heart to tell him.l won't admit it but l missed the boy while he was in a medical coma .Even if he can be very disrespectful his still my son and l love him.

I looked at my family and saw they all had a pissed off expression and would rather be somewhere else than here.Same here l would rather be with my daughter waiting for her to wake up.Yep it's been a week since they managed to revive her but she was in a coma because her tiny body could not take the pain. Without her our families broken Alessandro spends his whole day out on a killing spree and does not sleep .The only time we see him is the hospital when he will be visiting Alessa which rare l guess his afraid because the doctors said their is only a five percent chance of her surviving.

Marco is not as chirpy as before he spends most of his time in Alessa room just looking at her studies and bed.Giovanni goes out the whole day and comes back at night all bloody and bruised l guess he went back to street fighting.Romero has resulted to drinking his problems away and street racing.Lorenzo does not prank anymore he just goes to the hospital and spends his day looking at an unconscious Alessa.Kyden stays in his room all day the only time you see him is when eating and to kinda think about it that was the only time everyone was together . Atleast that rule still stands.

As for me l am always in my office if not l am with my daughter.Everyone is taking it hard and dealing with the grief in their own way. Even my father has become a killing machine.My mother is not talking to anyone anymore.My brothers have resorted to working and killing people.My sisters in laws barely leave their rooms and my nephews are the same as my sons it's either one is killing, working,drinking,street fighting,street racing or staying in their rooms.

After 30 miserable minutes the funeral ended .I can finally go visit my babygirl.It is not like the people who died are important to me the only reason l came here was to be respectful since some mafia families and some gangs had lost people due to the explosion so l really don't care as long as my families safe.The only good thing that happened this week me and my family torturing that idiot Tyler.We all took turns torturing him from knives to acid and from guns to fire by the end of it he was begging for death pathetic.

I quickly made my way to the VIP private ward of the hospital to Alessa room.No matter how many times l saw her in this state it always killed me.She had a breathing mask on as she could not breathe on her own yet.She also had various tubes of medication on her.l sat in the chair next to her it was just me and her since l told everyone to go straight home after the funeral.

After two hours l decided l better get back home as l stood up and was about to make my way to the door a tiny little voice l have been dying to hear said "daddy"l quickly turned my head around l felt as if l got whiplash to see my baby girl looking at me with those big doe eyes l haven't seen in a week.