𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐌

19| D I C I A N N O V E

ALESSANDRO'S POV

I felt the cold air rush into my skin, travelling through my clothes, breathing in the pure oxygen. I enjoyed each second of it from the bottom of my heart. I will never understand how people don't have an attachment to cold weather, they hold so much meaning, effect. I love that excitement, filling my body at the feeling of the air rushing through my veins, making small tickles down my body along with light chills.

I watched Venom reach her left hand on the radio, playing soft music, Roslyn. This song, how did she. I cut myself off, letting it go. This song meant a lot to me. Whenever I was mad, upset, up, this song would take all the tense, anger, that filled my body slowly and go away. Leaving me with the feeling of relaxation, the one that gives you hope, knowing you will make it through.

I looked over at Venom, I watched her hair fly up in the air out of the window, it is beautiful. I couldn't deny that she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I always talk about her work, talents, my admiration for her ways and how smart she is, but I never forgot how alluring she is and how her features are so distinctive.

Everything about her is so special, so unique. She's different, way different from what I thought. When I first saw her that night at the bar, all I could think was just a normal girl who turned into a psychopath. I chuckled in a low voice at my thought, it's crazy when I look at it.

Four years Alessandro, four years and here you are. Took us that long to find each other again. I was proud that instead of wanting her dead, sending all my men after her, I chose to get to know her. Make her feel welcomed into a world she only took hate from.

Only if people knew, sat down and took a second to just look into her eyes for a couple seconds. You will see that no matter how many ruthless things she did, the amount of men she killed, there was still a person in there.

I might not know her, nor be able to know her as a person but I'm sure no matter who she is as a person, I will be just as amazed, admiring everything this woman could possibly do.

I was cut off from my thoughts by a vibration in my left pocket. I searched down my pocket for my phone. I glanced at the screen, it's my father. I let my eyes land on Venom, she was staring out of the window yet again, resting her arms on the door. I looked back at the screen and hit the answer button. "Torna subito a casa" [translate: come home right now] and just like that he hung up.

Thoughts started rushing into my head again. This time, they're wonders on what he could possibly want from me. My eyes widened, Adriano.

I shook the thought off, Adriano wouldn't tell my father about Venom unless I told him too. And here was my second problem. Whenever my father makes these lovely sudden calls, it's something important. I can't take Venom to my father, he will blow up in his own place. Only if I knew why he wanted her dead so bad, I would have helped him.

I would ask him years ago, why he was so desperate to find her, get the slightest information about her and he would ignore me like I'm some sort of a ten years old asking for him to get me milk. This all would have been easier if he once thought about anyone other than himself. I understand being selfish for a couple things but he would send out men, getting them killed for his own good. He never thought about these men and their families. How much it would affect them, how much pain it would leave for many years. He never thought about anyone's emotion. He would step on people, only caring about his satisfaction.