Angelo Santino is a heartless man who could never imagine finding a life beyond his dangerous lifestyle. He had already given up on finding love a long time ago as no woman could ever keep up with his ruthless personality and demanding role in the m...
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ANGELO
"What the fuck." Matteo exclaimed as I burst into the living room, my body painted with red, as Leo shortly followed behind. Lillian stood up as soon as the door swung open and gave the group a look of concern.
Matteo's eyes followed the sleeping beauty resting soundly in my arms. I held her so effortlessly even though I looked like a train wreck with my clothes disgustingly stained with blood.
I ignored the confused look on Matteo's face and headed straight for the stairs. I left Leo to explain what the events of tonight had brought and the million-dollar question of why there was a strange girl fast asleep in my arms.
I arrived at the top of the stairs and walked into the guest bedroom, where I gently lay the young girl down onto the rose velvet bed. I left the room and opened my phone to call one of my contacts.
"Rosa? I need you to come up to the guest bedroom." I ordered with a stern voice.
I returned to the guest bedroom and stood at the door whilst I waited. I looked over at the girl laying on the bed and my eyes followed the marks on her neck. She looked so fragile. I felt something I had never felt before. It was a stinging feeling in my chest.
'Is this a heart attack?' I thought, with my heart feeling like it was about to jump out of my chest.
No, Angelo Santino. This is no heart attack. This is guilt. For the first time ever, I had felt guilty, but for what? I didn't hurt her.
I wished I had got there quicker - even before the girl had passed out, before the man even thought to lay a finger on her. I felt responsible for the marks and pain she had felt, I hated this feeling. This was the moment where I made a promise; to never allow this girl to feel any pain again, even if it was as little as a paper cut.
My thoughts were interrupted with a middle-aged woman walking into the room.
"Yes Mr Santino." Rosa said as she looked over to me.
Rosa is one of my most trusted employees. Although her official title is a maid, I often gave her jobs that were way above her role. I hired her because I wanted someone who could not only do the everyday housekeeping roles, but someone who could keep up with the danger of working in my circle. Rosa was perfect - not because she could obey my commands - but because she was a retired assassin. This would explain why Rosa didn't even flinch or look remotely shocked at the bloody scene of the guest bedroom and the unknown woman asleep on the bed.
"Please can you change her and wash her clothes. Make sure there's no ... blood." I asked her politely.
