Dahlia Rayne Angelo grew up in the Angelo family. A prestige family that was known for their cold and dominant personalities. Dahlia was sent away at the age of 6 just a year after the death of her sister. She was sent to Russia to be a part of the...
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Dahlia Angelo
Alessandro's house wasn't like the Russian dons. It was darker and didn't have any color. It was kinda plain if you ask me.
For the past 30 minutes, I'd been sitting in his office waiting for him to come and meet me. He told me to go inside and guided me to his office but didn't think to come himself.
While clicking the random pen I found on the desk I finally heard the door open.
Alessandro?
No.
A guard.
He walked in not even caring to knock or anything.
"Excuse me miss?" He speaks in a quiet tone.
I look up showing him that I am listening to him.
"Boss told me to tell you he would be in, in a few minutes." Once again the man speaks with a quiet and hushed voice.
Is he whispering?
I nod my head not in the mood to speak to the guy. I turn around and crisscross my legs resting them on the leather chairs he had in his room.
They were a burnt umber brown almost red looking.
He sure knows how to decorate.
Without another thought popping into my head, I heard a knock at the door. I look back and see the door crack open making a squeaky noise.
Ugh, I hate that sound.
I turn back around and stare straight in front of me. Loud footsteps come closer and closer to me before I finally see the figure sitting down.
Alessandro.
He sits down but doesn't speak. Not a single word but looks at papers and scratches his nose.
After a couple of minutes of silence, I'm the one to break it.
"Alessandro, have you thought of my deal?" I ask, tapping on the table to get his attention.
When we first got inside I made a deal with him. If he helped me kill someone then I would tell him the information I know.
