Chapter 50 : A Never Ending Cycle
Chapter 50: A Never Ending Cycle
Angelo
“Sophie?” I called and she looked at me with wide eyes. I walked towards her and pushed her away from the drawer. I checked the drawer and thank goodness, it was locked. Then I looked back at her, her eyes were filled with tears, her arms wrapped around herself as she looked at me fearfully. Fúck.
“Princess?” She sobbed, shaking her head.
“Little one,” I tried to grab her but she whimpered and shifted away.
“No,”
“Please, listen to me…”
The door opened and Adriano walked into the room. He looked at her and then raised his eyebrows at me. I sighed.
‘The drawer.’ I mouthed and he walked closer to her.
“Kitten?” She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his chest as she sobbed, her shoulders shaking. He picked her up and sat down on the bed, pulling her closer to him.
“Baby girl.” He called but she continued sobbing, gasping for breath as she shook. He ran his hand through her hair and then put the t-shirt on her.
“Princess,” I called, she shook her head and sobbed harder.
“I am sorry,” she shook her head again and Adriano looked at me.
“I should take her.” He muttered. I didn't want to be scared of me, so I nodded my head.
“Yes, I will take over the search.”
He walked out of the room with her in his arms.
I looked at the bookshelf, Luciano was engraved on the side. I had taken this bookshelf from the old mansion as soon as we had acquired control of the city. Our mafia once ruled almost half of the country but then father happened and people broke off alliance, choosing death rather than bowing down to the mad Capo. The Mafia was in pieces, mafia man walled around like fucking dogs. Trying to get the mafia back was like trying to glue a mirror together, it is fucking impossible. It had taken us years, various fights and multiple gunshots to get the mafia together in a steel grip. My brothers and I had been twenty-one then and Angelo was still crippled by nightmares and the horrors we had blown up in smoke. Life had been dark, pretty fucking dark until she came into my lives.
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Adriano POV
I was not used to a woman sleeping beside me, my submissives and one-night stands knew what to expect from me, rough fucking, red ass and then a car and driver to get home. They preferred it that way, no matter how wet I made them, they were scared shitless of me. I was good with my sports cars and boring meetings and having fun in the basement. I never thought I would need more, I never wanted more but then I saw her and I craved more.
I couldn't lie, it was her innocence that made me look at her but her everything else which made me continue looking. It was the way she looked at the world, the way she dressed and the way her eyes lit up while she drew. We had maintained our distance for so long, for about a year when she came to the city. A twenty year old with stars in her eyes and charcoal under her fingernails. I knew good when I saw her and I saw it in her. A lot of it, it was addicting and it was inviting. It was home, she was home. She had been for quite a while.
I looked at her, she was tucked to my side, her mouth opened a little as she slept peacefully. No one was ever at peace with me in the room but my little girl beside me as she claimed me with her leg on my stomach, one arm wrapped around my torso and cheek squashed on my bicep.
“I will take care of you, kitten.” I whispered to her, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. My phone buzzed, I sighed and picked it up.
Attack at a safehouse, ten dead. There was a note and there was a picture attached to it. I read the news that popped up.
It was in our native language so I could read it and continue reading.
‘Leave the city.’ I gritted my teeth. We have to send her away.
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Angelo POV
I looked at my opponent, the bull he was known as, apparently. Now he was dead on the ground. Deathwatch. People were idiots to have deathmatch here, but the lure of money was always too much. I got out of the cage, feeling the sweat glisten down my half-naked body, no one congratulated me and I didn't need it. I walked inside the locker room and for a second, in this rush in power, I was reminded of the past. The things I kept buried, the things which had to be buried if I was to not lose my head. The memory came crushing back to me once again
‘This is good ‘ Adriano said, he was sitting on a worn-out chair near the dirty window in our small apartment. I could see the faint city lights outside.
‘We can stay here for a while.’
I knew we couldn't but I nodded at him.
‘You know what sucks?” Luciano asked, he was sitting on the bed beside me, reading some books he had gotten from somewhere. We didn't have enough identification for a library card. Several things sucked here.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘My hair. Touch it, it is like an overused mop.’
I couldn't trust Luciano to say the most random things.
I felt my body shaking.
‘That is how you plan on winning?’ the man pushed me and I stumbled.
‘I don't like little boys in my cage. Run along now, boy.’
‘I can do better.’ I said, even though I knew I was shaking, not because of his punch. It had been a joke, but I could feel my head fill with the things of the past. With the man who had made my life a living hell.
He kicked me on my ribs, I fell to the floor with a loud thump.
‘Go away, pretty boy. This is a place for real men.’
I shook my head off, getting rid of the memories as I walked out of the locker room after showering and changing my clothes. My head was filled with the moments of the past, the shit which had happened and the shit that could have been avoided if we were a little stronger and a little braver. But we had been nothing but three tortured boys who did not know their place in the world. All we knew was revenge, all we wanted was revenge and we got it when we threw our father in fire at the same place he burned our mother.
It felt good for a while, it felt really fucking good to owned what he had. To take this place, all monster in our life were dead and we had killed them ourselves
A monster makes a monster. A never ending cycle.