Alfred looked up from his desk, his blue eyes tired and blonde hair a mess.
"What is it?"
"It's about your daughter sir. She's been raped."
Feliciano stormed through the doors of the VArgas mansion, amber eyes wild and afraid.
Looking up from her book, Lovina's own green eyes widened at the sight of her disheveled little brother.
"Feliciano? What the hell happened to you?" She stood and rushed to him, worried.
"A-Amarilla. I-I raped her."
"Connect me to Mr. Vargas Alana."
"He's unavailable sir."
The American glanced at the smiling face of his daughter, staring at him from the frame beside his computer.
His innocent, /virgin/ daughter.
"Then get me his sister. I want this resolved and I want it done now."
Alana nodded, her red hari bobbing with the movement.
"Right away sir."
"Excuse me, Miss Vargas? I don't mean to intrude on you family time her, but, we have a slight problem."
"Si? What is it?"
"You have a call from a Mr. Jones and by the sound of his voice, he isn't happy. He wishes for you to speak with him right away if at all possible."
"Va bene. Grazie Venici. I'll take it when I can."
"Um, Miss Vargas?"
"Si Venici? What do you want?"
"I recomend that you take this call now."
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