He had to do it. He knew he did, but the task proved to be harder than he thought. Harming his own child was already the worst feeling in the world, but now that he held a gun to their head, that feeling was intensified.

This was supposed to be for the best, his child was in the Port Mafia, his child was a murderer. And yet he couldn’t help but think back at all those times he held them as a baby. He wanted his baby back.

“Why are you making this so difficult?”