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Fallen Children

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Fallen Children

by Belladonna


I took care of the boys, like they were my own.

And I keep my promises.


Of course, as the proud father I pretended to be, I'd wanted them to follow in my footsteps.


Which father wouldn't?


Such great plans I've had for them. They were supposed to be my heirs, no matter that they weren't my blood.


In the end, it never works out like planned, does it? Had to find that one out like every father does. Through disappointment.


I had been deeply disappointed when one of them fell away from my ways.


When David became a cop.