"Ouch! Please, stop!" she shouted in pain.
In a dimly lit alley, three figures stood, mercilessly beating the girl. A man in his twenties wielded a whip, another brandished a knife, while the third watched the brutal scene unfold.
"You're damn stubborn," the apparent leader sneered, leaning close to the girl's face. "I almost sealed the deal, but your stubbornness is a problem."
"I-I don't like him, sir, please just let me go," the girl pleaded.
"What's the change?" he asked with a smirk.
"I-I don't have anything, please let me go."
"After feeding you for two months, you expect me to let you go that easily? No, sweetheart, I need payment!" he said, delivering a harsh slap to her cheek.
Tears streamed down the girl's face as the men continued their assault.
"Freaking bastards," a voice from behind muttered.
"What the hell are you doing here?" the boss demanded.
"Just passing through, I heard some commotion," the newcomer replied.
"It's none of your business, go away."
"Oh, this is our territory. You might be beating one of our own," the newcomer said, pulling out a gun and aiming it at the boss.
"You're not Moretti," the boss smirked, but his confidence vanished as he saw a shadow looming behind the newcomer.
"But I am," the newcomer declared, swiftly incapacitating the boss.
"Run for your lives, bastards!" the third man shouted, chasing after his fleeing companions into the nearby woods.
As they disappeared into the night, Moretti turned his attention to the girl.
"What's your name?" his cold voice sent shivers down her spine.
"N-no," she stammered, unable to form a coherent response.
"I only ask once," he warned.
"N-no! You're a bad guy!" she exclaimed, her eyes blazing with defiance.
Instead of anger, Moretti felt a strange sense of protectiveness towards her. Without fully understanding why, he felt compelled to care for her.
The girl sobbed as she sat on the cold ground, avoiding his gaze. Moretti approached her slowly, causing her to flinch.
"Princess, I'm not," he said, kneeling in front of her.
"B-but you just k-killed the..." she trailed off.
"He was the bad guy, princess," Moretti interrupted.
"N-no."
"Listen, princess, I'll take you with me, and we'll get you some ice cream," he offered, extending his hand towards her.
"Ice cream?" she asked, looking at him skeptically.
"Yes, and we'll get you a new unicorn," he added, noticing the dirty stuffed toy in her arms.
"R-really?" she asked, eyes wide with hope.
"Yes, come on," Moretti said, extending his hand once more.
The girl hesitated before standing up, wincing as she put weight on her twisted ankle.
"Let me carry you. It'll be easier," Moretti suggested.
She nodded, opening her arms to him. Moretti lifted her gently and carried her to his waiting limousine.
"Rest now," he said softly as she laid her head against his chest.
TO BE CONTINUED
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His Little MAFIA Wife | DDLG Series 1 |
RomanceLiving as one the of the mafia princesses of France. There are 4 of them ,but only her ,Aliandra, was treated differently among them. Her father, the king of the mafia world, thought her personally in firing gun, in throwing daggers, using sword. He...
