The whole room had their mouth almost falling in shock, even Violet.

Miguel limped towards his father, whose dead body now wet the ground below him while Damon and his men stood beside Damian.

Charlotte greeted her father with a hug but a growl of pain and anger caught their attention.

"DAMIANN....." Miguel snapped.

"DO YOU MOTHERFUCKERS EVEN KNOW YOUR FATHER OR NOT?" his hand red from Mateo's blood, eyes red in anger.

The sibling's ears perked up at the mention of their father and Damon stepped forward only to be stopped by Damian, his own son.

The terror and nervousness in father's eyes were something not to be witnessed without a cause.

"What about father?" I asked.

I swear if this bastard mutters any kind of lie, nobody would be able to find even the ashes of his bones.

Miguel opened his mouth to speak.

"What can he say more, son?"

Father interrupted with such a hurry never in my life I had witnessed him do so.

"Finish him off" he ordered.

And right then and there the I knew something was off.

"TAKE A SINGLE STEP FURTHER AND I WILL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU WITH MY OWN HANDS" I declared a warning and every single soul stopped in their feet.

"YOU.. SPEAK.." I ordered.

"Did your father ever tell you how he met your mother" he paused, eyes looking into mine

"or kidnapped her for the auction?"

All the stares turned towards dad, their eyes open wide in shock.

"YOU BASTARD..." Father stepped forward with a gun in his hand but one glare from me and my men were before him, stopping him from doing so.

"SPEAK BEFORE I EMPTY THE WHOLE SERIES IN YOUR HEAD, MIGUEL.." I threatened.

My patience had started to run thin at his accusing words.

"The mafia you know has never been like now. I would run out of mouth if I am to take the names of the women your father had forced in his bed before" he spat.

"And you call us the worst? Ours is nothing compared to the numbers of women's your father has murdered, auctioned and raped before. How do you think he gained all this wealth?"

Pin drop silence. The whole room fell into a pin drop silence, everyone's body frozen in shock.

Damian couldn't believe what he just heard. His fists clenched in anger, fingers itching to empty the gun in Miguel's head.

"Ask your so called sister if you don't believe my words" Miguel looked towards Charlotte.

".." the dept of Damian's voice was enough to send a shiver through the entire room.

"Is he saying the truth or speaking rubbish?" Damian questioned his young sister whose face had lost its colour at his terrifyingly low tone.

Charlotte stayed mum, not uttering a single word while Damian was loosing his cool.

"he yelled at the girl for the first time in his life and regretted it the instant she closed her eyes in fear.

"Damian" his father spoke.

" Leave your sister out of it, Damian" came Damon's calm yet strong voice in defense of the daughter who was never his to begin with.

"Can't hide your truth anymore, Damon?" Miguel taunted.

"I will feed you alive to the wolves if you speak another word, Miguel" Damon threatened.

Damian's anger filled eyes now glared his father while he gripped the gun so tight in his hand it had started to hurt now.

"Is it true?" Damian questioned.

Damon stopped in his feet, eyes stuck on his son

"Past things" he tried to avoid the disaster he knew his son was capable of bringing.

"It's true then." Damian's withering yet dominating voice spoke volumes of the disappointed and anger he felt at that moment.

"It is" Damon softly confirmed.

"But it changed after your birth. That's why I moved from Washington to New York" he added in a desperate attempt to calm his son.

"Damian" Charlotte softly approached.

"We can talk about it later" she tried to convince him out of the topic.

"Did you know"? Damian suddenly asked making Charlotte stop in her feet.

"You did, didn't you?" he asked, eyes clearly hurt and angry at the betrayal from his own family.

"I did" Charlotte admitted and Damian's hands curled into more tighter fist, if his knuckles were not going white all this time.

"It's not her fault, son" Damon put his hand on Damian's shoulder, the men stepping beside me.

"WHY?" Damian snapped.

"ALL THESE YEARS OF LIE AND BETRAYAL?"

"DAMIANN...." Miguel yelled and before we could register anything, happening a loud fired in the air and Damon covered his son, making him take the bullet in his chest.

"Dad" we all rushed towards Damon while two bullets left Damian's gun hitting Miguel in his head leaving him instantly dead.

"Char-lotte, Dam..mian" Damon struggled to speak, blood running out his chest while Damian ran with him in his arms to the car outside.

"Dad, dad" tears Continued to leave our eyes while he laid down in the stretcher of the ambulance Damian had arranged before in case anything happened to me

"Take care of your sister and wife, son"

Both the siblings gripped his hand, the doctor put a oxygen mask and trying his best to stop the blood.

"Violet" he reached for me and I held on him, water running down my cheeks, my body and mind not ready to lose him, not like this.

"Please take care of my son" he asked.

"I wil, I will. Don't speak,we are getting you to a hospital. Just hold on some more" I pleaded.

"Charlotte" she was sobbing at this point.

His hands gently patted her hair and caressed her cheeks just like a father caring for his new born daughter.

"I might not give birth to you, but I have... have"

bloods came out his mouth and Damian yelled at the driver to run the ambulance more fast.

"I have never loved you any less, my daughter"

He started to cough up badly and everything stopped.

"Dad?...da...d?!!" Damian tried to move Damon's body but nothing, his lifeless eyes stared into space while I gripped his hand more tight, not ready to accept the reality.

The doctor took off the oxygen mask and closed his open eyes.

All of her broke into more tears, Charlotte sobbing into Damian's chest, his hands tightly wrapped around her body, his own face covered into tears.