VISIT TO MILAN

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27.12.23

Daisy POV

" i'll be your end, Vincenzo " i mentally repeated gritting my teeths.
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He brought food forcing me to eat and he smells a bit like blood. Why is he being vague ?

" hurry up, we don't got all day, princess " Sputtered, Vincenzo angrily.

He wore a black cap and carried a gun from his locker .

From. his. LOCKER

I hurriedly ate the pasta and meatballs he brought, under his threatening glare i couldn't refuse.

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We arrived at a fucking spa.

He sighed out softly coming out from his jeep, but still held his usual cold face. " Let's go "

I walked forward as he followed behind. i pushed the glass door slightly revealing a whole lotta women.

" oh you're welcome " a young female rushed to us bowing politely as she gestured her hands further. " Capelli, massaggio, trucco o total make-up ?"

Translation : [ hair, massage, make up or total make over ]

She spoke in Italian and i couldn't understand .

" make over " replied Vincenzo giving a side glance at me . " i'll kill your dad if you try escape "

What is all this for ?

" where do i shop for dresses ? Asked Vincenzo staring the other way.

" 3 blocks after this place " I hear another reply from a lady giving directions.

" gosh he's hot "
" i envy her "

I wish they were me instead, or is that too cruel ?
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Christmas day 💌
Vincenzo POV

The slit gown hugged her body with red fur or whatever on the gown she wore, though her pale green eyes tired of crying are sunken but the make-up did majority by obscuring it especially the red lipstick fitting her skin.

The boutique i shopped from clearly did the job.

" Matteo, are they ready ?" I spoke in the phone immediately he picked up.

" yeahh, let's go rock em dead " Replied, excited Matteo .
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Daisy POV

Could I have guessed right ? It is Christmas, outside of this clan looks like a gloom of death, is this how the mafia operate ?

Mom and I, like last year would've been decorating the house and our tree .

As we drove down the bustling main street, the Christmas spirit seemed to be everywhere, though I didn't know where we were headed.

Lights twinkled in every window, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies from the local bakeries.

Children ran around, laughing and playing in the snow, their cheeks rosy from the cold.

I tried to ignore the ache in my heart as I watched the joy on everyone else's faces. the cheerful carols only served as a painful reminder of what I was missing.

Suddenly, a young girl in a red coat ran up to Vincenzo's car, waving and smiling at me.

She held up a sign that read "Merry Christmas !" in colorful lettering.

Something about her wide-eyed innocence broke through my numbness, and I found myself smiling back at her.

She giggled and skipped away, and in that moment, I felt a spark of joy in my heart through my storm.

But the heartless being behind the wheel held no atom of emotion as he drove off, his gun by his side.

I couldn't help but wonder, who took it all from him ?

I felt like an outsider, a spectator in someone else's holiday movie.

We stepped gallantly like happy couples everyone dreamt off , my feeble arms struggled to hang in his as Vincenzo brought it forward like a gentleman.

" your dad definitely hates coming out on missions, i heard the moans from a bitch coming from his door this evening " Laughed Matteo, with the cigarettes hanging between his lips and his arms around a pretty fair lady obviously from the clan " I'm sure he brought in one and then waste her. "

Vincenzo chuckled lightly. " As usual "

The guards by the entrance looked so mean with their tight face .

Even though i was scared but I still feel protected NOT because he was with me.
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" why is she doing that, what the fuck ? her toes moved slowly under the table opposite a man well in his 50s obviously rich and his wife beside him because she couldn't stop putting extra meat in his plate exchanged flirty gazes " I noticed intently.

The girl from Vincenzo's clan licked her lips seductively unaware to the rest.

He moaned softly earning a questioning look from his wife but he shook his head dismissively.

What are they planning to do because i know i didn't risk my one time to escape for a Christmas dinner date.

The lady from the clan stood up but before she did, she glanced over at Matteo .

I sat meekly observing every moves, the opposite man also stood up few seconds after her.

Rich men and their wives seated elegantly with their blinking jewlries and geled hairs and dolled up face with excess make-up.

" Yes those type business seem to be moving well this season you know ? what a gold you amassed " Said Vincenzo with a laugh which looks so genuine and handsome but it was all a veil .

He glanced over at me " won't you eat, love ? "

He wrapped his arms around my shoulder, his fingertips brushing against my skin sent some tingly sparks i don't want .

" I will " I forced a smile as i gazed over the exotic dishes as I didn't fail to notice an angry glare from Matteo.

Is it me or Vincenzo ?

This is the scaredest I've been, i don't think I could recover from this trauma, I'm becoming mentally ill from these people .

" The president funeral will be held in the next two days but his wife here insisted we make it today " Said a man pitily with a weak smile. " we are yet to find Rio his son, he has gone missing "

I looked over at the woman every eyes were flicking on as she held a pitiful face. Why did she celebrate Christmas then if this terrible thing happened ?

Is she even feeling remorseful ? She's definitely not .

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A/N : Nice Christmas dinner going on eh ?