'SHE CAME INTO HIS LIFE, AND BECAME IT'
The most powerful and ruthless member of the 𝐝𝐞'𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 family and the top business tycoon of Italy. Everyone fears him , his own family infact. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 has a permanent scowl on his face. A devil...
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Dari grabbed shiny black gloves from the table and started wearing them. He turned at me slowly and forwarded his hands towards me, gesturing at them.
"Help me baby?" I gulp down my saliva and bring my shaky hands towards his large tatted ones. He waits patiently even when my hand feels sweaty and slips.
"Thankyou tesoro" he said in the most gentle deep Italian accent rubbing his nose slightly against mine. I could feel his chest rising and falling as he bumped our noses slightly before pushing himself away from me.
"I don't want to corrupt you baby. I don't want you to watch me like this. Can you leave for me?" He asked rubbing my tummy slightly.
"But Dari what if the po-po finds out? The law?" I whispered cocking my head to the side. I heard Sainty letting out a snickering laugh which made Dari glare at him. He quickly straightened up, putting a finger on his lips. That's better. Hehe. My husband is scary like that.
"We're the law baby" He let out a deep rumbling chuckle. His Adam's apple bobbled, making me feel funny in my tummy. Oop! No the time rev.
He grabs a blowtorch and looks at me, waiting for me to leave. I look at dad one last time, maybe it's the last time I see him. I don't know. I really want to talk to him, ask why he did what he did, ask if he's regretful, ask what my fault was.
"Dad" I say softly, taking a step towards him, wanting to hold him, hug him. He whimpered when santo grabbed his jaw and pulled it up, santo's metallic rings dig in his skin and he looked at me glaring,
"I hate you. I wish you were never born" He spit with a bitter expression on his face. Oh? Oh.
I take a step back. biting my lip, fisting my hands. I heard it's a technique to stop your tears from running out of your eyes. I give him a soft smile and giggle a little, hiding my feelings.
"It's okay dad. I still thankyou for growing me but I could never forgive you for abusing me." I say and turn on my heels, running up. Leaving my husband yelling for me. I'm sorry Dari, maybe dad was right. I shouldn't have been born. I cause trouble for everyone.
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