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                                               Milan, Italy.

Daisy POV

" Daisy, what a surprise ? this is still shocking, Catherine allowed you come to Milan ?" Asked Uncle Drago in his thick italian accent with a look of disbelief.

I chuckled dryly. "i mean we're still at war though"

" Oh Lesso " Drago called out not too loud.

" yes " he bow politely .

"take her bags to the spare room up, I guess you're staying a long time ?" Questioned, Drago cocking a brow.

" not much uncle, i see you're still fit, where's Dad and Mark by the way, the house seems quiet" My eyes narrowly inspected as soon as i hear a bang. " maybe not too quiet"

I clasp my hands with a pitiful pout. " I'm so sorry of what I'm about to do "

" huh ? " Dazed, Drago confusingly.

" Dad, Nicolas, Mister Nicolas Aurelio ,Dad, Mark " i screamed at the top of my lungs .

" Daisy, Daisy ?" Sputtered dad at the top of the staircase, his wrinkled face contorted in a look of concentration.

His hand rested on the railing, and his knuckles were white with the effort of gripping it tightly.

His surprised green eyes were fixed on me, as a wide warm smile spreads across his handsome 70 year old face .

I literally jumped on him hugging him tightly like he's about to vanish anytime soon.

" uhm Mark ?" Chuckled Drago awkwardly . " he hasn't been home since this morning, you know he's used to the city, going on and about "

" i'll just call him " Shrugged Drago pulling out his phone from the red pants he wore.

He immediately left towards the entrance as i saw the bouncers following his back.

I pouted sadly. " gosh you love in such a castle dad, uncle Drago is that rich huh ?, What does he do ? What is Mark even into ?, You know what, give me Mark's digits, You're still single right dad? Mom doesn't talk about you, like she hates you with everything in her ? "

I blabbered endlessly bombing him with questions. " She said something about secrets, she didn't wanna tell me, do you know? Oh God, i'm dying to know how mark looks like now, how he's grown up to be ,oh my gosh, is he even married dad ? "

Dad growled frustratedly creasing his forehead in a wrinkly way. " Daisy, lot's of questions why don't we eat lunch and talk over it"

"Waaaa, the dining too " I gushed, my gaze was drawn to the table that dominated the space.

It was a beautiful piece of furniture, made of dark wood and intricately carved with swirling designs.

On the table were a set of fine china and crystal, each piece sparkling in the light.

It was a setting fit for royalty.

On the dining table, a crystal vase held a stunning arrangement of fresh flowers.

The blooms were in shades of pink and purple, and they added a touch of color to the room.

A maid stood at each chair, their hands folded neatly in front of them.

They wore crisp white aprons and black dresses, and their hair was pulled back in perfect buns.

They looked like statues, waiting to serve, but I could tell they were alert and ready to leap into action if needed.

I smiled furrowing my brows at what this mansion has to offer. " i need not worry about you, dad you've got it all "

" No " Said Dad pulling a sad smile. " not without you and Catherine, your mom "
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Vincenzo POV
Whip Whip Whip !

The dimly lit room was filled with the sounds of the whips cutting through the air was deafening.

Aldo's screams echoed off the walls, adding to the sense of terror in the room.

His back was a bloody mess, his skin split into tiny bits open by the lashings.

Tiny droplets of blood trickled down his body like a race and splattering the floor, leaving a trail of crimson in their wake.

His loud breaths came in ragged gasps, and his body trembling with pain.

I sighed roughly. " he still hasn't said the name of his accomplice right ?"

" No boss " one replied in his scruffy beards.

I scoffed as a dangerous smirk spreads my face. " Bring the plier "

i forcefully draw his fingers out on my lap, my hand pinning his down.

I dangled the plier in his face in a threatening manner. " If you don't talk, your pinky would be gone in an instant "

" no, no Vinegar, you can't do this, please " Begged Aldo as i began to squeeze it tightly.

With one quick motion, i squeezed the pliers shut, crushing his finger.

The sound of bone breaking echoed through the room.

"Ahhhh!" Cried Aldo out in agony.

The finger dropped like nothing happened .

" Vincenzo, we.. we found his spy " Said Matteo breathlessly fucking his head in the torture room which reaks of blood.

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A/N : I know it’s been too long but my life was packed up during the last few days and i’m sorry 😭...
Mark just lost a finger, he got 9 now 😅
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