𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

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"Capo, there's a piece of string on you-" one of his men says as they reached their hand up and took the string off of Salvatore's suit and as quickly as you can say 'string' Salvatore shot him right in the middle off the palm and then continued walking like nothing happened.

"C-capo, Donna's room is ready, and the security measurements you asked for has been installed...b-but the pink for the walls has run out so w-we will be set back for a few hours bu-"

And with that, once again Salvatore shoved one of his men's gun into his mouth and pulling the trigger.

He didn't have time for set backs, he needed her home as soon as possible...but everything in their new home had to be perfect for her.

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To say that Salvatore is just obsessed with Kailani would be an understatement, an utter insult.

He waltzed into his huge office and directly sat down on his chair and turned his attention to the monitor that was currently showing footage of the inside of her house.

He had his men install cameras in her house about 1 year and 325 days ago so that he could watch over her.

Over the past 2 years Salvatore has been the biggest threat to Kailani's future.

Well, first of all, he has his people scattered all around the school, all pretending to be students, and ontop of that, all of her friends are actually secretly working for him, so everything that she told them, they would report all of it back to their capo.

He also makes sure that her boss raises her salary every 3 months. Well, he kinda....most definitely hung her boss by his feet off of a balcony until he agreed.

The things he did to the guys that checked her out
The things he did to her teachers for embarrassing her
Hacking her phone so he can read all her messages
Making a copy of her key
Paying her house bills, car loan off and the money she thinks she is paying go back into a secret bank account he created for her.
Has all of his cars now shared under her name, even all of his mansions and businesses...well the legal ones.

He sits on his throne-like chair watching as she cooks diner, thinking about what a perfect little house wife she would be.

She accidently drops a spoon and she squeels in shock before bending over to pick it up, giving him a perfect view of her round ass and her frilly pink panties.

He groans in pain and throws his head back before sitting lower in his chair, making himself comfortable as he keeps his eyes fixated on the screen.

It was like this every single day, he would get home from work, he wouldn't even shower or eat, because what's the point of eating if he doesn't watch her mechanically and chemically digest her food first? What's the point if he doesn't get to see her pretty little mouth open and her soft lips close around her spoon first? What's the point if he doesn't her to see her throat gulping down water gracefully? What's the point of he doesn't have her eating with him? Why would he need to nutrition himself when she isn't around him, she should be the one feeding him, bringing each spoon to him with her gentle and steady hands, bringing him a steaming plate of food every day when he comes from work. Why would he shower of he has no one to smell good for that isn't her.

He would get home go straight to his office and sit there and just watch her, worshipping her every move, even breath, every blink.

He watched her get home, he watched her eat, he watched her shower, he watched her piss, he watched her shit, he watched her watch tv, he watched her do her lessons, he watched her sleep. He watched her wake up.

She is his sun, his blackhole, the bane of his existance, she is the seed and he is the plant, she is his everything.

She is the pulse beneath his skin, 
The fire that burns deep within. 
Her name, a mantra on his lips, 
Her every move, his mind eclipses. 

She is the air he aches to breathe, 
The only tether he won’t leave. 
Her scent, the drug that floods his veins, 
Her absence drives him near insane. 

She is the light he cannot flee, 
The only truth he dares to see. 
In her, his world begins and ends, 
His every thought, on her depends. 

She is his madness, sweet and pure, 
His every craving, all he’s sure. 
Without her, he’s a hollowed man, 
In her, he finds all that he can.