His to conceal #1

6|| -I see you-

— Domenico —

48 hours and 36 minutes.

That' the exact amount of time it's been since I haven't been able to get any work.

The amount of time I haven't been able to stop my brain from thinking about a certain Portuguese girl by the name of Estrella.

Fuck me.

Why has she corrupted my mind, I hate her, so why is she on my mind this much?

Why can't I get any of my work done because of her.

It's not like I like her or something.

No that's definitely impossible I couldn't possibly like my mortal enemies daughter, never.

That's absurd.

She's only on my mind because I'm itching for revenge, yes that's it that's why.

That is the only reason why, nothing else.

I sigh and throw my pen down somewhere on the desk and run my palm over my face.

I think it's time I pay my little tesoro a visit. (Italian: darling)

She doesn't know it yet but she has become my weapon, my tool to use to get my undying revenge, to moment I set my sights on her I knew she'd be doomed.

I will not rest until till he's dead at my feet or begging for mercy on his hands and knees in front of my eyes, only for me to kill him. Also he'll die as she's watches as he begs for mercy. I want her to watch as her father crumbles at my hand.

I want to see the look on her sweet, innocent face when she finds out she was used, the way she'll look at me, so hurt. It will all just add to my sweet victory.

I will be the cause of his demise and she will be there every step of the way helping me unknowingly.

I stand from my desk which is placed in the corner of my bedroom and walk in efficient, fast strides towards my walk in closet which is only a few metres apart.

I walk further into the closet and pick out a set of clothes.

The set I picked is a plain hoodie the same shade as midnight with matching pair of plain baggy sweatpants in exactly the same shade.

Once I pull them out of the closet I strip off my earlier clothes which was just a pair of black, business slacks and a classy, white dress shirt to match with it.

I pick up the clothes I selected and change into them, then I stand in front of the full length mirror and fix any imperfections within my outfit.

Once I'm satisfied that I've smoothed out each and every crease, I make my way down the stairs to the foyer of my residence and grab the door handle, ready to depart from here.

Before I can step foot out of the house one of my men draw closer to me and speak. That's enough to make me halt I'm my position and turn my body to face him.

"Capo." He drawls hesitantly visibly nervous as he could clearly see I was about to head out and he had just disrupted my plans. (Italian: boss)