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"Papà?!" Angel shrieked as she wept defeatedly in Salvatore's arms... D'Angelo's heart dropped when he heard the voice of his daughter. Turning around rapidly, his mouth opened in shock.
Silence crept the walls as nobody dared to utter a word. The only noise heard was the steady breathing from Marco's nearly unconscious body.
"Perché cazzo l'hai portata qui?" D'Angelo questioned Salvatore as a scowl was plastered on his face. His eyes were gloomy and begged helplessly for any remorse from the cruel man. (why did you fucking bring her here?)
Salvatore did not retort. Instead, a smirk danced on his lips and his hold on Angel tightened.
"Rispondetemi! Perché dovresti portarla quaggiù?!" D'Angelo roared when Salvatore did not respond. His muscles tensed and his heart rate quickened when he saw tears streaming down his daughter's face. (Answer me! Why would you bring her down here?!)
The room was chilling and full of suspense. Angel's mind was all over the place, questions and anxiety bubbled inside of her.
The silence in the room was cut short when a dark chuckle erupted from the cruel man at fault. Grabbing Angel by her long brown locks, Salvatore roughly shoved her to D'Angelo, causing her to fall helplessly on the floor.
"Così può vedere che non sei migliore di me" (So she can see that you are no better than me) Salvatore stated coldly before exiting the basement, not once looking back at the scared duo.
Suspense heavily lingered in the air as Angel sobbed on the ground clutching her hands to her chest. D'Angelo crouched down to her level, holding his wailing daughter in his arms.
"Tesoro, please... please talk to me" He murmured as he wiped the salty tears which dampened her face. Seeing his daughter in this state broke his heart. She was traumatised. (darling)
