Third Person's POV.
For 24 hours there were no visitations allowed and Ava could not imagine what Salvatore must be going through. And once they were allowed to visit, she was the first one running to him. Ava walked into the visitation room and was shocked to see Salvatore. His face bruised and he was limping when he came inside to sit on the other side of the glass.
Her eyes watered up and she couldn't help a few tears slipping out of her eyes and down her face. "How could they?" There was anger and pain in her eyes. Salvatore looked in pain but smiled up at her with the receiver to his ear. "There are bad people in disguise of good, Ava. And they are the most dangerous." Even his voice was not normal.
"I will get you out of here Salvatore. How dare they?" She exclaimed with pure anger and hatred. "No, Ava. You're not safe. You must not be here or in court as my attorney. I will not allow it." His voice told Ava not to argue, that it was the final decision by him. But she could never back down without having the last say in any matter.
"Like he** I won't! I am your attorney!" Ava knew they identified the boy. And we're looking for the body once it's found they will find evidence like a raindrops, one after another. But there will be no body. There can not be.
"Ava, knowing things can put you in danger. Do you still wish to know? How your father knew mine? Or why I killed the child?" He looked serious, with a battle going on in his mind.
"You what?! You killed him?! You are lying!" Ava nothing but shouted. No longer sitting down. He stood up with her. His mind elsewhere. Like he was trying to make a decision and finally made it. "It had to be done." He stated with cold voice, his eyes had no life in them. How could he? How dare he? After all this time she trusted him. A wave of nausea hit her and without looking back she left the room. Not wanting to know anything anymore.
How could he? The same eyes I loved, saw a child beg, yet he killed him. The same hand I held hours ago killed a child. Why? Because it had to be done.
He would never tell her about himself or the child. Her only option, though not reliable was her father. She went to him straight away to find the trust. And what he told her made the earth slip from beneath her feet.
"His father, Sergio Agosti had a gang, that smuggled and raped people no matter the gender or the age. I did not know it, I thought he was using my medicines to good use because he was a doctor himself but he was a monster. His wife, may she rest in peace, was pregnant with Salvatore when she found out about Sergio and killed herself because she did not want to continue the lineage of the monsters. But Salvatore was saved." What? His mother killed herself?
"Serigo had done many wrongs to Salvatore too while he was growing up." Salvatore was molested by his father? How was it possible? Ava remembered the spark of affection in Salvatore's eyes when he talked about his father. She was not dumb enough to believe everything his father told her. "But he grew up and became just like his father, leading those rapists. And one of the children he raped himself tried to run away. So he killed him, Benjamin Ford. Such a young child. What he must have faced in hands of that monster." She stood up hiding her anger at the last accusation of her father. Salvatore raped and killed Benjamin.
She remembered Salvatore holding Maria. How much care he had for her. How he looked at her, like he could die for her. How his ears turned red whenever anything sexual came up between Ava and Salvatore. How Salvatore help himself away from an 18 years old kid, even though he had every legal and moral right to do stuff with. Then she could no longer believe she doubted him for even a second.
"Thank you father. You opened my eyes for me." She walked out of his house and headed straight home. "Mama? Where is doc? He told me he will play soldiers with me." She patted Maria's head as she asked. "Soldiers?" She nodded. "He told me I have to protect myself and mama. So he taught me how to fight! I am his soldier!" She said punching the air.
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Mean Looking Sweetheart
Romance*She fell first, but he fell harder.* My breath hitched, the moment he held my wrist to stop me, his grip so light as if he was holding something made out of feathers. He pleaded, while looking down at his feet, "Then... take me Ava, to where sinner...