― 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...
"I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch"
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OVER A YEAR LATER
THE DEEP blue water of Lake Como glittered under the summer suns lowering rays, shadows beginning to form. Mixes of purple and orange began to paint the sky and the water under the watchful eye of a young blonde. Her tanned fingers gripped to the white bannister overlooking the private residences access to the lake. Below the porch where she stood sat a pool still as could be, right up against greenery and a drop down to the rocky shore. A Pure white, traditional style Italian villa gigantic in size, with its matching guest house, small mazes of statues and flowers stood against the looming mountains and water. It was beautiful. Blinking she tried her best to take it all in, more so trying to stifle how much she loved the house that stood for sale. The small commune of Laglio and its neighboring town, Como was slowly stealing her heart.
Pippa had her ideas of what was going on. Santino taking her here to look at a house in a new location. The soft giggles of those who knew them as she passed by. Knowing looks.
She swallowed hard.
She'd had too much time to think about possibilities, ones that girls and guys alike fantasize about when they're in love. But she didn't want to be disappointed with those thoughts. Every trip, now, made her heart beat with anticipation only for her to feel slight disappointment when they returned.
A few minutes passed before she heard the sound of steps descending on cold marble behind her. She gracefully turned to see Santino D'Antonio walking down her to. She smiled, but she could also see something was off as he approached.
Pippa had become more observant to the little things since she started dating Santino. Before any damage to him on the outside would've had to been extreme, but now she noticed the little bruises and cuts that he'd never bring up. She'd let him pull her against his chest with ease, letting his rich vanilla tobacco scented cologne envelope her. Pippa closed her eyes as a tiny smile graced her lips as she finally hugged him back. She was always happy to have him with her,
"Sorry that phone call was longer than I expected." he asked softly as he pressed a kiss into her hair. She shivered.
It was an odd mix of flavors that she'd become used to; mint, cigarettes, but this time without a trace of brown liquor, "S'okay, it's work." she returned.
Santino hummed his response as he pecked the top of her head again. His hand gripped firm at her waist, she peered up at him with wide, innocent gleaming eyes. He smiled as he brushed away strand pieces of her curled hair with his free hand. Through the crisp breeze he got a whiff of her soapy rose perfume, a new one he'd grown accustomed to.
