Faith Anderson.
An innocent girl, who grew with the love of her Dad and her elder brother. Since, her mother died while giving birth to her, she has become the world to her dad and brother.
Romano brothers.
A cruel, vicious Mafia, disguised as su...
~Now and then she tried to run And then on the night with the setting sun She went in the woods away So afraid, all alone~
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✨Azron✨
God fucking damnit.
Why the hell is she here?
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!
Her blue eyes fixed on Zanvil, without even a bat. No screams, no panic. She should be scared and running but no. She stood rooted, which had me confused.
What happened to her?
" Azron, portala fuori di qui. " Aurora said more like whispered to me. As if I came out of a trance, I reached her in long strides. She wasn't paying attention to any thing but Zanvil. He was fucking bloody. His white shirt, now red because of the blood that spurted on his torso. Not a sight my baby should see.
{Azron , take her from here. }
" Little one, come on. " I held her arm, turning to leave but I know her eyes were glued to Zanvil. It was hard to make Faith move from her spot. Also, it didn't take much effort as she didn't put up any resistance to my dragging her away either. I always wanted her not to put up resistance with us. But I don't like this. Something feels different. I slowed my pace so it would be easier for her to follow my lead and we reached our room where I saw the guards I've put for her. They're going to regret letting her out when I'm done with them. But first I need to attend my little one.
Sweat beads formed on the guard's forehead when they felt the anger radiating from me. Everything went down the drain.
I fucking lied to make her happy. I never lie. But I did just to see her beautiful innocent smile. Urgh that smile, I can set the world on fire to see that again.
The things I do for you my baby...
She was zoned out as I pulled her between my arms. So fragile. It agitates me at times how vulnerable can she be for our enemies. Her wrist so frail, one snap and they'll break in my hands.
My delicate angel.
Her hands are cold. Sweaty. She's scared, but not like everytime. Why isn't she responding?
" Baby." I called, caressing her soft cheeks. I like how chubby they are. I cupped them in my rough palms as her eyes were staring at mine even before I ask her.
