After my shower we walked downstairs to the kitchen. I quickly made some pancakes with fruit. We sat at the table and ate quietly.
I couldn't help but think back over the passed day. Saying I'm fucking pissed is an understatement.
He put his hands on her. He scarred not only her body but her mind.
When I met her, her stutter was limited but after what happened it's gotten worse. She can't be alone because she's so scared he'll find her.
That thought has my blood boiling and my hands burning to beat that stupida cagna del cazzo (stupid fucking bitch) to a pulp.
I didn't realize how hard I was clenching my fists until I felt a small hand encase my own.
I unclench my fists and grab her hand into mine rubbing circles on the back of it.
" A-Are y-you o-okay?" she asks, the concern audible in her small voice.
"I'm okay baby" I tell her. I don't know how she's asking me that after what she's been through. Her heart is too pure for what she's gone through.
"Y-You s-said w-we h-have t-to t-talk" she states looking up at me with curious eyes.
I look down at the table and notice not even one of her pancakes is done.
"Tesoro (sweetheart), you have to finish eating first. Do you want something else? " I tell her a little worried she isn't eating.
She looks down at her food and back up at me.
"B-But I'm f-full I-I h-had a-a l-lot" she says with a confused look.
"Bambina (baby) you only had half of one pancake" I state, now being confused myself.
"T-That's a-a l-lot m-more t-than u-usual" she says so quietly I almost miss it.
For what feels like the hundredth time in twenty-four hours I clench my jaw.
He didn't feed her.
"Bambina (baby) look at me. If you want more you eat more. If you want something else you can have it. You can eat whatever and whenever you want okay tesoro (sweetheart)" I say sternly while making sure to keep my voice gentle.
She nods her head and smiles her gorgeous smile.
"B-But I-I r-really a-am f-full n-now" she says with a sheepish smile. I chuckle and shake my head at her behavior. I look at her and get serious once again.
"You ready to talk il mio piccolo bambino (my little baby)?" I ask.
She releases a shaky breath and nods her head yes.
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We are currently in my office at home. I'm sitting in my chair while Florence takes a seat across from my desk admiring my office.
It has black walls and furniture with a built in book wall. I catch her eyes lingering on the book wall and wonder what she will think about the library.
"I-It's v-very p-pretty i-in h-here" she says quietly while still looking around.
"Thank you bambina (baby)"I tell her happy that she likes it.
"I-I l-like w-when y-you c-call m-me t-that" she says shyly while looking down at her fingers.
I smirk liking the effect I have on her as well as her approval of the nickname. Then a thought crosses my mind.
"You know Italian bambina (baby)?" I question shocked I never noticed before.
She nods her head and a small smile adorns her beautiful face.
"M-my m-mother w-was I-Italian s-so s-she tau-taught m-me" she says fondly. I nod my head in understanding and decide to continue with the questions I have.
"Bambina (baby) can you tell me what happens when you're at your house?" I question softly hoping to make this conversation as quick as possible.
She's quite for a moment before she nods her head
"A-After m-my m-mother and s-sister d-died h-h-he w-wouldn't let me l-leave the h-house u-unless I had w-work s-so t-that m-meant I-I w-was t-there a-all d-day. I-I h-had t-to c-clean e-everything s-so t-that i-it w-was al-always s-spotless a-and ha-have h-h-his d-dinner r-ready be-before 5. I-I w-wasn't a-aloud t-to e-eat a-and w-when I-I w-was i-it w-was o-only e-enough t-to k-keep m-me a-alive. H-H-He w-would h-h-hit m-me fo-for any-anything e-even i-if I-I d-didn't d-do a-anything" she tells me through harsh sobs. I get up from my seat and rush to her. I wrap her in my arms and cocoon her into my warmth.
"You're okay baby I got you" I rub her back while whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
We stay like that until she's calmed down. I pull away and wipe her tears.
"Listen baby you're okay now. You're never going to see him again and he's going to regret what he did to you ti prometto amore mio (I promise you my love)". I tell her whole heartedly.
"I-I d-don't h-have t-to go b-back?" she questions with hope glimmering in her eyes.
"No bambina (baby) you're not going back there" I tell her sincerely. She releases a shaky breath but tenses again.
"W-Where a-am I g-going t-to g-go? H-He t-took e-everything f-from m-me" she questions with tears in her eyes.
I wipe the tear that falls from her eye and hug her close.
"Baby you can stay here or you can have your own apartment. Whatever you want you can have it. Even if you want to move from here we'll figure something out" I tell her honestly. If she wants to leave New York I'll transfer my mafia back to Italy or a territory we own.
"I-I c-can s-stay w-with y-you?" she questions hopefully. I nod my head hoping that's what she wants.
"I-I w-would l-like t-that" she says shyly. I hug her close once again and kiss her forehead.
"Welcome home il mio piccolo bambino (my little baby)"
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Florence
Любовные романыFlorence Graham is sweet, innocent, and bubbly. Although she has such a sweet soul, she's keeping a dark secret. Francisco De Santis is cruel, merciless, and mysterious. All his life he's felt like he's missing something. She needs help. But he n...
