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"Don" Nicollo and his father, Omar, stood up as they bowed their heads respectfully...
Nerves grew inside of them as they recalled of the last time they ran into Salvatore.
A light bruise fell under Nicollo's left eye, his lips were stained with a few cuts.
D'Angelo too was in the tense room, sitting in a brown leather chair with a cup of scotch in his hand. His greying hair laid limp on his head and his thick brows fell heavy on top of his eyes, he appeared tired.
"What are you both doing here? The gala is tomorrow night" Salvatore ignored their welcomes as he interrogated the frightened pair.
His tall and muscular frame hid Angel who remained outside of the room. She did not want to enter the awkward scene.
"Some work needed to be finalised with D'Angelo" Omar explained lowly as he pointed to a few files which were scattered across the wooden table.
"Join us, Don" D'Angelo ushered him a glass of scotch and pulled out a draw which was filled with cigars.
Accepting the glass, Salvatore let out a dry chuckle and brought the drink to his lips.
"I would love to, however i must return a lovely lady back to her room" He grabbed Angels hand in a rough grasp, pulling her inside the room too.
All three men gasped as their eyes landed on Salvatore's coat which she wore. Angel began to tremble under their stares, her teary eyes meeting Nicollo's brown ones.
"I found her swimming in the stream, alone" Salvatore emphasised on the last part, strengthening his grip around her wrist. Angel was sure that an ugly bruise was going to form.
"Cosa le hai fatto? Bastardo!" D'Angelo raised himself from his chair and strode towards the man who was teasing his daughter. (What did you do to her? You bastard!)
D'Angelo's eyes darkened as he shoved Salvatore's chest, causing Salvatore to sightly stumble back. Angel grew frightened and tried to remove her hand from Salvatore's grip, however he still had her arm in a tight grasp.
"Papa, please calm down" Angel begged her father with pleading eyes and continued to struggle in Salvatore's grip.
It wasn't that she disagreed with her father. It wasn't that she was trying to protect Salvatore. In fact, she was trying to protect her father from Salvatore. She knew that it didn't take much to anger the monster, and she did not want her father to agitate the beast any further.
Angel's hand was suddenly released by Salvatore, and she brought it up to her chest as it was slightly bruised and in agony.
"Fottuto rispetto per il tuo Don, vecchio" Salvatore spat ruthlessly as he shoved D'Angelo backwards into the desk, a few files and books fell onto the floor. (Fucking respect your Don, old man)
