Leonora Bernardi locked in the dark. Hurt for most of her life, scared of her own shadow. Not knowing what the outside world is like, she's the epitome of innocence. One look at her and it's like her aura could light up the room.
Nikolai Volkov fut...
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Agape: - The highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial, and unconditional love; persists no matter the circumstances.
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Nikolai POV
"Let him in Alessandro. It looks like we have some talking to do."
Armando Bernardi stands at the door staring down at me with a sneer. I keep my face neutral, the familiar mask laying there for them to see. This is the mask of a man that's murdered many men and women. This is the mask of a man who has blood on his hands. This is the mask of the monster hiding beneath my skin.
Making my way into the house I brush against Alessandro's shoulder, his body tensing up as I do so. As I walk into their house I can't help but stare at the fancy interior décor. The colour scheme of creams, whites, blacks and greys. The rest of the Bernardi siblings are sitting on some chairs in the middle of the room, all of them conversing quietly.
They all snap their heads to me as I round the corner, their eyes looking between both me and Armando with questioning looks. Valentino is the only one sitting down on the chair still, a glare being sent my way. I give him a smug smile, hoping to rile him up a little bit.
It seemed to work as Valentino stands up, his hands balled into fists at his side and his jaw clenched.
"Sit. Down. Valentino." Armando said pointing towards where he's currently standing his body shaking in anger. His breath's coming out rapidly, before he takes a seat slowly his eyes staying on me.
Armando moves around me moving to sit on the edge of the chair, his hands running through his hair before looking at me. His eyes searching like he's trying to figure out something. Like he's looking into my soul.
"I think I know why your here." Armando said his voice steady and calm.
"So tell me Nikolai. Why would I let you be around my daughter? After all we all know what your reputation beholds." He continues, the only sound being the large grandfather clock in the corner of the room.
Yes. Everyone knows about my reputation. The years which I am now ashamed of, well at least some of it. Spending my spare time torturing people in our basement any time I get. The rest spending time with whores that I'd bring round to take my mind off of everything and everything.
After I thought I lost Leonora when I was younger it was like my mind immediately shifted, into one of a happy child to a cold secluded one. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't really remember be properly then she would have been young. We both were.
But not now.
Not when I know Leonora's back.
"I can't excuse my actions for what I used to do." I say, not using my actions as excuses. That's how to make Armando hate you. Trust me.
