A/N: ASDAF. Finally. Got. This. Done. So. I hope you enjoy. 3

"Sadiq? C-can I talk ta ya?

With a smile, the Turk turned toward the sound of his best friend's voice. When his dark eyes took in her condition, they narrowed and he frowned.

Bandages covered almost half of her body and her wrist was broken. Anger coursed through his body as he struggled to find words.

"Wh-who did this to ya'?"

"Who…? N-no one. I f-fell. Yeah." It was obvious to him that she was lying.

"Amarilla, tell me. Now." His voice was harsher than he intended and he mentally slapped himself, "Please?"

The Texan looked down and spoke in a small voice.

"P-papa…"

"Fuckin' bastard." Sadiq growled, draining another glass. He was drunk as hell but he didn't care. The only thing on his mind was killing Alfred, or at the very least, kicking his ass.

He was too drunk to hear the footsteps behind him so he jumped when a hand touched his shoulder.

"S-sorry. I-I didn't mean ta scar ya."

Amarilla. No, it's fine." He smiled at her, but it was a weak smile, "I was just thinking about ya'."

"Are ya okay?"

"Evet, I'm fine."

"You're drunk Sadiq. Ya aren't fine."

The Turkish man sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I hate what he's doin' to ya'. I wanna kill him. How dare he hurt ya' like that?"

"I'm fine. It's nothing ta worry about."

"He broke yer' wrist! Mader sure that over half of yer' body was covered in bandages. That's not okay Amarilla. Yer' my best friend and I didn't protect ya'."

"Ya don't need ta protect me. I can handle myself."

Sadiq's eyes narrowed, and he growled.

"Can ya'?"

"Of course I can!" she was shocked. How could he say that?

"Really? Then why are ya' hurt? Why'd ya' let him do that to ya'?"

"He's my papa! What was I supposed to do?"

"Fight him off! Damn it Amarilla, ya' should've done something, anything."

Her ruby red eyes narrowed as she glared at him, hurt reflecting off of her face.

"And what should I have done? He's my papa Sadiq, not some drunken idiot."

Sadiq flinched at her words.

"He's a fucking bastard is what he is." He grumbled angrily.

"Don't talk about him like that!"

The man turned his glare on her.

"Do ya' want me to lie to ya'? He's a bastard for hurtin' ya' like he did. He's worse than Heracles, and Heracles is an ass."

Amarilla glared at him harshly.

The Turk paid no attention to her glare as he rambled on in a frustrated voice.

"He can fucking go to hell. How dare he hurt ya'? I ooutta kill him for that. Ya' know what? I think I'll talk to him now."

Clumsily, he stood and headed for the front door, but the Texan stopped him.

"No ya won't."

With a sharp growl, Sadiq pushed her out of his way.

"Get out of my way Amarilla. That basrd is gonna pay."

That did it. Something inside Amarilla snapped, and she slapped her 'best friend' across the face.

"I said no Sadiq. Ya won't touch my papa. No matter what he does to me. And besides, you're drunk."

"Get out."

"What?"

"I said, get. Out." Sadiq glared at her.

With a hurt expression, Amarilla walked to the door.

"Fine." She whispered, "I'll leave."

Sadiq groaned.

"A-Amarilla, I-I…don't leave."

"Ya just told me ta."

"I know. I didn't mean it."

She made no further advances to the door, but she didn't turn to look at him.

"Does this mean you'll leave papa alone?"

"Yok. I'm still gonna talk to him."

"You'll do more damage than what's already been done."

"And rightly so. He deserves it."

"He'll kill ya."

"He wouldn't dare."

"Ya don't know that."

"…True."

She turned, touching his face softly.

"Don't kill yourself over me. I'll be okay."

He placed his hand over hers.

"I won't die."

"Torii said that too."

"I know."

"Promise me?"

"I promise Amarilla."

Alfred glanced at the picture on his desk.

"Alanna!" He barked, blue eyes narrowed behind the lenses of his frameless glasses.

A few minutes later, a short, pale, red haired woman entered the room, her black heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

"Yes sir? You called."

"I need to speak with Mr. Adnan. Immediately."

"He's not taking calls sir. Or messages of any kind."

"Then go to his fucking house."

"The only person he'll see is Amarilla."

'Then get me Amarilla."

"She's in Lithuania sir."

"Dammit Alanna."

"What do you want me to do Mr. Jones?"

"Connect me to a Mr. Lovino Vargas. I'll need his help."

"Right away sir."

"Where are you going fratello?"

"Out."

Lovina rolled her eyes.

"I'm aware of that. I meant where."

"It's Mafioso business. "

"You get hurt, I'll fucking kill you."

"When did you become a worrier? You're almost as bad as Feliciano."

"Chigi! I am not bastardo!"

"Whatever putana. I'm out of here." Without another glance in his sister's direction, Lovino walked out the door.

It was dark when Amarilla left.

Sadiq sighed and threw on a green jacket, walking out into the night.

"You want me to what?" Lovino's green eyes widened.

"Put a hit on that Turkish bastard Vargas. I want him dead."

"Why don't you do it yourself cagna?"

"Because, Amarilla would hate me."

"Oh, so you want her to hat me? Wonderful." He rolled his eyes.

"I wanna keep my family together."

"What about mine stronzo?"

"Not important."

"Not important?" Lovino grabbed Alfred's collar, glaring into the American's eyes, "My sister's not important?""

"Vina is important, but she's not part of this. I'll make sure of it."

"What do I tell them? About Adnan?"

"Tell them, that if he steps foot in Italy, he's a dead man."