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Italy, 11:45 pm...
"Why are you helping me?" Marco spoke slowly as his breath was shakey, his dark eyes raising to meet D'Angelo.
D'Angelo tightened his lips in a thin line, his brows furrowing as deep wrinkles carved through his flesh.
Marco sat on the mattress which lied in the far corner of the cell, with D'Angelo standing outside 'guarding' the prisoner.
D'Angelo knew that befriending Marco again would cause an uproar of anger within the mafia if discovered.
Marco and his family were traitors, Leonidas fell a coward to the Russians and left behind his pathetic son.
So why was D'Angelo helping Marco?
"That's not your business Marco" D'Angelo responded, his voice rose barely above a whisper, like a breeze slipping through a crack in a window.
Chilling and haunting.
Marco huffed at the man's response as he grew frustrated.
"You're the second in command and you're helping me? A traitor?" Marco spat each word like a bullet, sharp and determined.
"I'm not a fool D'Angelo" Marco continued, his tone was rough and jagged, slicing through the cold air with such intensity.
D'Angelo remained silent. His anxiety was growing wild inside of him as he feared for his daughter who was taken to Russia.
As a father he wanted to protect his child, he wanted to stand up to Salvatore and tell him to leave Angel alone.
However, if he did, all hell would break loose.
Salvatore made it known that he would have Angel no matter what. Even if it meant losing his 'second in command'.
"I know why" Marco spoke again, his eyes narrowing as D'Angelo raised his head in curiosity.
"I know... about Salvatore's sick desires" You could hear the strain in Marco's voice, his words tumbled out in a broken flow which revealed his frustration.
"As a father... you can't stand to see Salvatore destroying her" Marco hesitated before his sentence.
"And you know... Salvatore being in Russia means its the perfect time to take action" Marco voiced lowly, rich with intensity.
His eyes bore into D'Angelo's, the air grew thick as his words were loaded with urgency.
Despite D'Angelo's anxiety about his daughter being alone and vulnerable with Salvatore in Russia, a part of him was also satisfied as it meant that his plan could now unfold.
With the Don being in Russia, the second in command would take on the authority left behind in Italy.
A smirk pulled at the corners of D'Angelo's mouth, his eyes sparked with a new found clarity.
