― In which Santino D'Antonio falls in love with a girl and it changes his life.
Power and money is all that's ever mattered to the leader of the Camorra, Italy's biggest mob. But an alliance with the British crime syndicate will make his path cross...
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THE MORNING sun streams through the white curtains, it's rays reaching every corner of the room. It's bright and sparkling as if fairy dust had been sprinkled throughout. Specs of dust fly visibly because of the light in a room where the fireplace sits never used, chairs unmoved, and the king sized bed laid in for the first time. It's calm in the room; untouched and hidden away from last nights ordeals.
The room is ornate; a typical, rich Italian country side-esq room held within the even grander mansion. It sits on the far side of the abode whilst looking out over the D'Antonio vineyard. It's welcoming with warm colors and rich browns- wooden beams in the ceiling, wide open windows, vanity, and a balcony that allows access to the amazing view. But last night was the first time this room had been used, and for a sorrow-filled purpose at that.
Laying on the creamy Italian sheets is Miss Adams; undisturbed and peaceful. Her hair lays around her head angelic like as if she's a beautiful sleeping princess. An IV is stuck in her arm trying to help get all remnants of the drug washed out.
Santino sits in a chair besides the bed watching her sleep. He's holding the hand without the IV in his larger one feeling her soft, delicate skin against his rough, calloused hands. Her touch is heavenly to him, he can't get enough as he runs her hand against his freshly shaved cheek. His eyes are filled with love has he stares down at her trying so will her awake. It hurts him, seeing her like this even though she hadn't been actually hurt. But maybe what hurts the most is their last interaction before all this was her getting pissed at him, storming off.
He's angry and hellbent. Even though last night had been rather productive; the blood that was spilt means nothing to him while Pippa's laying in a bed after being drugged. It's personal for him and there's plenty of unfinished business because of it- no one threaten Pippa. Santino has never and will never take threats to his loved ones lightly.
The painful tinges in his heart, in his chest, and the sadness that over takes him as he looks at her— it shows him just how much she means to him that he wouldn't be able to breathe without her by his side. It's been hard for him to come to terms with his feelings, but now he's absolutely sure. After this Santino knows he has admit his love to her, she can't go back to London without knowing how he feels. He can't let her slip through his fingers; the most beautiful girl in the world will be his. Because maybe a man like him can love.
"When was the last time you threw yourself into a dangerous situation alone?" Matteo is leaning in the doorway with a smirk on his face. Santino doesn't flinch or jump by his sudden presence; he's just too focused on Pippa.
"Been a bit.." Santino brings her pale hand to his lips and softly kisses it, his lips lingering at her skin.
Matteo wants to laugh as he watches Santino kiss her hand. It's rare to see Santino vulnerable; physically or emotionally. This is a new sight for anyone's eyes and they'd never believe it unless they saw it. 'Santino D'Antonio in love'. Who would've thought he'd watch his closest friend be thrown head first into the pool of love; already risking his life for her. If any couple's meant to be, Matteo feels it's these two- and he knows Santino gets what he wants and the boss wants Pippa.
