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ＡＬＥＳＳＡＮＤＲＯ ＲＯＭＡＮＯ :

"Are you trying to humiliate me, Mr Lee?" I grunted, my knuckles stretching white as I listened to his words. "No, of course not." he responded, leaning forward in his chair, "That priest has damned her for you."

"Father Kim." I said, his face flashing in my mind. "You are telling this all to me, why? Do you think I will not pursue your daughter?" I questioned, and his brows kitted together, "I do not expect you to, Romano, she is no longer pure-"

"Am I pure?"

His lips sealed shut at my words. I fear, I left him utterly speechless. "Are you?" I continued, "I will not let him have her. She will be my wife." I brought my cigar to my lips and leant back in my chair. "My father is dying." I told him, "Therefore, the business will soon be  upon my palm." I showed him my palm and he looked down at it, like an idiot. "And the priest? What will you do of him? I taught my daughter a lesson, but that will not stop her- she is far too stubborn." he ran his mouth like a mad man, as if he did not acknowledge whom he was speaking to.

I threw my cigarette into the fire pit. "Did you hit my wife?" I asked him, and the colour drained from his face. He looked at me with a pale face and began tapping his foot against the marble floor. "I do not have time for this." I said, running my hand through my hair in both frustration and anger. "It is best you leave now."

He stood immediately and I watched him leave.

I played with the ring in my finger, the corners of my lips twitching, "Damnit!" I growled, throwing my glass over the seat in front of me.

The sound of bare feet running against the floor echoed and I glanced back toward the door to see Anastasia standing there in nothing but my shirt. I averted my gaze. "What happened?" she asked, walking in and I sat down with a grunt, roughly slipping my fingers into an empty packet for another cigarette. Her hand suddenly came over mine and took it from my fingers. "Why are you not in my bed?" I muttered, burying my hand into my trousers pocket. "Is it the money that you need?" I spoke roughly to her, throwing the meaningless bills on her chest.

Tears ran down her red cheeks immediately and I fisted my hands to stop them from reaching for her. "Leave, Anastasia-"

"Did I do something?" she questioned, quietly, and I looked up at her.

"Remember your place. You would lack common sense if you allowed yourself to develop feelings for someone who bought your body." I told her. "You can never be the one I desire." my voice dropped to a lower tone as I said the last part to her. It was the truth. Even when at our most vulnerable and intimate moment, she did not sound like Alora- nor did she feel how she would've felt beneath me.

I vividly remember that night at my fathers cabin every time I close my eyes, and it haunts me how powerless I feel beneath her. How she let me feel her between her legs..how warm and wet she felt around my fingers. I rubbed my temples feeling Ana's lingering presence, "Please." I repeated, sternly.

"Is she yours?" She suddenly spoke, and my brows knitted together before I stood, towering over her small form. "Of course, she is mine, I have my ring laying upon her finger-" I answered, to which she tilted her head, "Then, why am I the one in your bed, Sir?" I watched her mouth closely, rage filling my veins as I reached for her neck, holding her in a rough manner, "You were not in my bed, prostitutes do not belong, Anastasia, why do you think I did not kiss your mouth?" I ran my fingers up her skin, digging my nails into the dip in her cheeks, "Because you are a whore, someone men like myself need to release something within them. Something filthy. I would not do that to her."

She choked on her own cry and dragged her nails down my wrist, "Let go of me!"

I released her and she ran out of the main room.

ＡＬＯＲＡ ＬＥＥ :

I was attending his wounds on his back whilst Glamora sat in front of him on my bed. "Why did Uncle Lee hit us?" she asked, playing with the cross father had given to her. I became quiet, not knowing how to answer her in a way that she would understand.

"Bad people will harm the good without a reason. They do not need one." he answered, before my lips could part, "Your uncle should be ashamed of his sins."

She looked at me and I nodded with a weak smile. "Glamora go play in Enzo's room, I will join you when I am done." I told her, and she began crawling off my bed.

"Her mother is on her death bed" I said, putting away the medical equipment. "My mother and brother have gone to see her. I do not want her to stay with her father, she needs a mother figure in her life."

He took my arm and pulled me in front of him. "Your mother will take her." he said, wiping my tears. "I hope she lives a beautiful life." I murmured, "She deserves everything well in this world."

"I miss your smile." he says, running his knuckles along my neck, his words only sadden me more, however. His other hand slipped his fingers in-between mine and I glanced down at the ring he gave me. "Give me a reason to." I told him, and the corner of his own mouth twitches. "Is this not enough for you?" he asks, lifting our intertwined hands between our faces. "Give me a kiss."

I lift my gaze to his before glancing down at his pink mouth. "You are still smoking?" I said, moving closer, inhaling him, and he lifted me upon his lap. "Do you want me to stop? Will that please you?" he murmured, running his nose over my cheekbone as if he were a cat purring into my skin. "I like the smell on you." I say, moving my finger tips over his face. I felt his eyelashes and the tip of his nose before pecking his warm mouth gently, to which he lets out a soft groan.

"I fear the power you have over me." He breathes, slowly opening his eyes. "Go and lock the door, Alora." His command sends a shiver down my spine and I continue to look at him dumbfounded. "Why, father?" I murmured, and his gaze darkened, it was also enough for me to do what he had asked. "I will check on Glamora first." I told him, to which he nodded. I walked into the other room to have found her asleep on Enzo's bed. The sight warmed my aching heart and I gently closed the door before returning to my own. When I entered, father had moved to the edge of the bed.

I closed and locked the door behind me.

"Are you tired, father?" I asked, and he glanced up at me, "Come here."

I walk up to him and stand in-front of his bent knees, but he spreads them and pulls me in between. "Are you still hurting?" He asks, gently taking both my hands, and I lowered my gaze to the true cross resting on his collarbones. "I will get used to the pain, father, eventually." I answered, as if it was the only right answer.

He tugs my arms, but in a gentle matter, and drops his head forward upon my stomach. My hands naturally reached for his head, holding him, and he releases a quiet yet guttural sound as I play with his hair.

"I understand why my father left his religion for my mother." He whispered, into the thin material of my robe on my skin. I listened to him, glancing down at the crown of his head. "Does your mother live near?" I asked, my voice soft as I continued to soothe him.

He did not answer at first, and when he did, it was not the answer to my question. "I understand what he must've felt." He continued, his fingers reaching up to the knot to my robe and untying it. "The pent up frustration he must've suffered, seeing my mother walk into church every damn morning and not being able to reach for her..." His voice become rougher and a tint of red appeared on his cheeks as he ran the tip of his finger down my navel. He pressed his lips upon my burning skin and I closed my eyes. "I am sure he loved her entirely." I said, playing with his hair, messily, and he glanced up at me, my fingers slipping down his face. "Not as much as I do you." He said,  pulling me down onto the bed.

I felt the soft duvet beneath my back as he laid me down and hovered over my frame, his elbows resting beside my ears. "You make me so...sensitive, Alora.." he murmured, burying his nose into my throat. "Is that a bad thing?" I asked, holding his forearms and I could feel his grin forming against my ear. "A very bad thing." He said, his voice low and hoarse.