Page 5 of Bastian

With a hundred people around us, my parents were gunned down like lowlife criminals, and no one did anything to stop the bad guys from getting to us.

Not our security team.

Not the press surrounding us that not for one second stopped taking their fucking photos.

And especially not the elite of Detroit.

No one.

They just stood back and watched as filthy criminals murdered my parents.

This was an ambush.

Someone must’ve known, and they chose to act against my family.

Did they do it for money? Was it one of his political adversaries?

The sounds of my cries are drowned by the murmurs all around me.

I can’t make anything they’re saying except one thing.

One name.

Parisi.

Loosening my hold on mom, I look down at the blood on my hands and lock the image of them in my memory to never forget what happened tonight. Dropping on my hunches, still holding my mother close, I look up at the dark sky to see the full moon.

December 23rd.

The night my world was torn apart, one bullet at a time.

How ironic is it that my mother would sit outside for hours to watch the moon in all its glory, and now the moon got to witness what happened tonight. It’s a witness to my mother’s broken and dead body.

Rocking back and forward, I let the hate consume me, coursing through my body like a deadly poison.

Grief, hatred, and denial.

That’s all I feel at this moment.

“Sebastian.” I hear multiple people call my name, but I can’t focus on anything but my pain.

“Sebastian.”

“Sebastian.”

“Sebastian.”

My parents taught me to love but Parisi…Parisi taught me the true definition of hate.

Not being able to handle this heartbreak… I shatter.

And then I cry and scream until I pass out.

Until all I see is black.

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“You did it, man,” Banning says from behind me as we both stand watching the craziness all around us. “Kenton!”

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