VISIT TO MILAN

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Daisy POV

" Mark ?" I murmured softly like a question.

I didn't know that was Mark's last words.

" Mark. is. dead " I felt a huge lump so solid and strong hard to swallow, i couldn't breathe. " my throat "

I struggled to gasp for air as i rummaged the cell banging my head on the walls. "Mark "

" payback from your father ? " the loud echoes from Vincenzo loop in my head and i’m left with the question. " what did dad do ?"

I felt a part of me has gone numb, i flew to Italy only to experience this ?

“i wouldn't have gone, mom tried to ” i cried out in regret as blood trickled down slowly from my bleeding forehead. “ I'm dying”
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Vincenzo POV ; Morning

I breathe out the smoke softly from my mouth , Melinda's face fading in ,the smoke filled my face aggressively as i plucked it from my lips staring at the fairly hot tip.

I walked towards the large mirror in the bathroom boring eyes on my laps where i dug the brunt of the cigarettes .

Fair thighs now destroyed, black burns and bruises scattered around.

I sighed with hanging -low shoulders and wore my jeans heading to Matteo's room.
Knock Knock.

" Come in "

" you didn't even ask who was it ? " I cocked a brow staring at him confusingly.

Matteo shrugged it off.

" sorry for the punch last night " I apologized letting out a small sigh of relief.

" you just apologized ? " Gasped, Matteo sarcastically covering his mouth .

I rolled my eyes. " So what ? "

" Thank you for saving my sister too, i just called her to leave there and stay with my family in Venice, she's good now. " Said Matteo pouting his lips gratefully.

" it wasn't even me, daisy did " I sputtered nonchantly not making a big deal out of it.

" You even know her name huh ? " Teased Matteo bumping shoulders with me .

" isn't your phone ringing, check who's calling ? "I signalled to the phone blinking brightly on the bed eminating a jazz sound.

" no one important let's go, go go " Ignored, Matteo barely glancing at the number and sharply replied. " your dad's not coming right ?

I shook my head . " no "
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My men were dressed responsibly at least, ladies in colorful gowns and large hats, their weapons hidden beneath their clothes.

"Remember," I said in a low voice, "this is a delicate operation. we don't want to attract any unwanted attention. The president's security is tight, so we need to be careful."

The men nodded, their faces grim.

As they approached the front gate, the guards looked them up and down, their eyes narrowing.

" We're here to see -

But Matteo interruptedly brought out and flashed a wad of cash, and the guards waved them through.

Tsk, so pitiful.

Marble floors, intricate artwork, and crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings as we stepped in.

The men walked through the hallways, their footsteps echoing off the walls.

"Look at this place," one of the mobsters muttered, his eyes wide with amazement. "I never thought I'd see something like this."

Another man chuckled. "This is nothing compared to what we've got back home."

They continued on, their steps growing more confident as they neared the president's office.

The door was guarded by two burly men, black glasses on, but again, Matteo flashed some cash, and we were allowed inside.

The room was lavishly decorated, with a massive desk in the center and bookshelves lining the walls and a man well in his 70s obviously him in flesh sitted and a rather slim lady chugging down his feverish thing he calls a dick in her throat.

When he has a freaking wife, the public doesn't even know about this .

He moaned irritating my ears.

But still the rest of us stood quiet to let them enjoy their short pleasure.

" Ahh " Jolted, the lady exposing more of her fair breasts the second she noticed us like she's seen a ghost.

" Caro , why the hell did you scream like that ? "

The lady nodded towards our side like a lizard in shock as his eyes traced nonchalantly .

" ahh " Screamed, the president almost jerking off his seat as his little wet dick wiggled up strongly, he tried to tuck it back in his pants.

" Dad " a young teenager boy barge in not worth my turning of head.

" Rio " The president called out.

" give me the drive " I demanded totally ignoring the youngster.

" what do you mean give me the drive " Raged the president, standing up boldly. " who are you ?, why have you come in here without my permission, guards guards "

Swiftly we heard loud thuds at our back, Lucia had knocked the burly men about to interrupt us, their blood flowing.

The gunshot was silent too.

I slammed the table with my large palms .

" don't you have the list of prestigious people coming to your Christmas dinner next tomorrow, i hardly speak this much so do as i say " I sneered pointing my silencer gun to his head.

" gross grandpa, in front of your kid ? "  Groaned Matteo in irritation as he heard the sputtering sound of liquid drop. " Are you that scared that you peed yourself ?"

The rest of my mobsters cackled loudly.

" Please let me live, take it please " Cried the president with the red drive trembling in his palms as he brought it forward, snort drawling out.

This is the country's president huh ? Lovely.

" Please leave my dad alone idiots " Cursed Rio as he glared strongly at me.

He's pleading and cursing at the same time, so short tempered .

Boom.

Matteo didn't waste a minute blowing off his skull, right headshot earning a defeaning scream from Caro lady .

" She's coming with us , our mobsters are reducing, we need maids too " I smirked dragging Rio by the neck.

" The famous president's son is raping girls and your goddamn father was clearing your mess ". I grit my teeth hard against my jaw earning a pitiful look from Rio. " It's too late to repent, Arrostisci la sua cazzo "

Translation : [ Roast his dick ]

" Roast what ? " Screamed Rio loudly, blood draining from his face.

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A/N : Dick Roasted. Who wants dinner ?
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