Deadly Deception | 18+

Nostalgia

Riccardo

Twelve Years ago...

The bell chimes as I walk into the small cafe at the corner of London Street.

I stroll around the cafe until I find a spot where I can see every corner of the room. I start planning every runaway scenario in case the meeting doesn't go as planned.

I always have a second plan, a third, and the one after that.

Always.

I settle on a small table that fits only two people, right next to the window, where I can watch raindrops stream down the cafe's window.

The place is warm and cozy as it is furnished with brown and caramel colors; a vast library is seated on the side of the place, and enormous books are found. The other side of the wall is filled with pictures of the royal family; a small fireplace is placed in the middle, and a comfortable chair is across it.

I would call this place homey if I knew what home really meant.

I take in the people inside the cafe; there is an old couple drinking tea and laughing, mind if I add, too fucking loudly.

A girl with blonde hair who can't be more than 12 sits with a boy a few years older than her. She is eating pancakes a little too disgustingly as she has chocolate all over her hand and mouth, even in her fucking hair.

Revolting.

The blonde girl catches me staring at her and shifts uncomfortably as she shifts her gaze from me to the boy before her.

The side of my lips tugs at the side in satisfaction.

A waitress with long black hair and eccentric blue eyes is working behind the counter. I tilt my head at the sight; I am definitely fucking her when I am done with the meeting.

She's got a round ass.

A bell chime disturbs my attention from the waitress, making me avert my gaze from her to the intruder.

Xayden Bates...

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Present Day...

I take in the sight of my piccolina before me, with tears streaming down her face and falling to her beautiful breasts, her eyes wide in distress but still holding a determination in it.

She is not going to let this go easily.

Whenever Daisy cries, I feel an emotion I have yet to describe, as if someone is stabbing me in the chest again and again. For some unknown reason, I never want her to cry.

Never.

My piccolina sits on the ground, her body trembling in fear as she looks at me with wide, anxious eyes, awaiting my explanation. She is not going to get any.

In my world, everything happens according to my plan. Even with the inconveniences people experience, I make it happen.

Yet, this morning is not what I had planned for my beautiful piccolina, especially after last night.

And It pisses me off.

"Piccolina," I try to soften my tone to calm her, "We will talk about this at home. This is not the place," I glance at my brother, who lay on the ground, bloodied, "Nor the time."