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_______________________________________“Rocco, have two guards stay here… and put Eth’s bag in Hermione’s office,” Nedvar ordered as he exited the office. Rocco nodded slightly, and the men followed the command from their King.
“Will Eth be fine with Queen?” Rocco asked as they stepped into the elevator.
Nedvar shrugged lightly. “He wants to stay, so let him. The woman is his mother now,” he replied in a nonchalant tone.
Rocco then shifted the conversation. “Alex and Mr. Costo were caught by our men.”
Nedvar’s lips curled into a smirk. “Let’s stop by and show them our hospitality,” he suggested. The four men with Rocco all grinned at the implication.
“Aye aye, Capo,” Rocco joked, making Nedvar’s smirk widen as sinister thoughts ran through his mind.
Nedvar took his seat in the black BMW. His previous favorite car had been crushed by his dame. He sat in the back, Rocco following close behind. After Rocco gave the driver instructions, the car started its journey to Devil Warehouse.
The Devil Warehouse was notorious for being the most dangerous place, where the cruelest tortures were carried out. Nedvar was determined to make Alex and Mr. Costo pay for the trouble they had caused his dame, drop by drop.
As the car moved, Nedvar stared out of the window, a rare calm washing over him. He felt at peace knowing his son finally had a mother. That was the one thing the great Mafia King had never been able to give his baby. Lost in thoughts of his love and son, they eventually arrived at the warehouse.
Time skip to evening...
Nedvar walked through the front door as a maid opened it, with Rocco behind him, texting on his phone. As they entered the living room, everyone turned to look at them. Nedvar greeted everyone with a smile. He shook hands with Warner and Carlo (Hermione’s father and younger brother) and gave side hugs to Clair and Sofia (Hermione’s mother and younger sister).
His eyes scanned the room for Hermione. He wanted to embrace her and make her sit on his lap, but she was nowhere in sight.
Maybe she’s on her way...
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General Fiction"On your knees now" Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione. Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order. He was always requesting and h...