SALVATORE POV
CARINA LEFT ME. I would too if I were her but I am not her.
I am Salvatore LaGuardia. The Capo dei Capi of the Italian Mafia. The CEO of the black tower. The wealthiest bachelor on the planet. Yet I feel like shit and look like it too.
On me is the same wine-stained white shirt she left me in. It has not come off of me since. Since the FLIGHT back to ITALY. Since we came to the house.
It has remained with me like the tainted memories of them. Candle and Carina — both of whom are as GONE as autumn.
All that is left now is the rain. The kind of rain that moves with the violence of the wind. A wind which throws the tree tops from side to side behind the wall window of the bedroom.
I watch the chaos unfold before me as I take the last of the scotch. It burns twice as hard as the knock that comes at the door.
“I commanded that there be no visitors.” I shout — marred in the depths of a deep scowl. “Fuck off.”
Whoever it is has the balls to open the door. I toss the EMPTY bottle of scotch to the wall before it shatters into pieces. Then I turn — furious as hell. “I said—”
“Salvatore. Calm. Down. This behaviour is unacceptable. All this over women?” Father screams — a scowl on his face as he looks at the room. I look too. There are bottles shattered on the floor and desks turned upside down.
Father shakes his head before he continues his lecture. “I TAUGHT YOU BETTER. TAUGHT YOU to be a man — a head. Not whatever this is.”
“Whatever this is?” I chuckle as I stand to face him. “Your wife is dead. Your daughter is dead. Your niece is dead. That is what this is — father! Have some emotion!”
“Emotion? Emotions are for the weak. You have become weak Salvatore! This is not the time to be weak! Understand me?” He raises his voice over the howl of the wind and the roars of the thunder. “To be a LaGuardia means to Guard—”
“I have failed father. I am not FIT to be head. I do not want to be head. I never wanted to be.”
“But YOU ARE and You will remain head until an heir is born.”
“An heir? Even I would not be so cruel as to father a child in such violence.” I respond. “Our bloodline ends with me.”
“You do not mean that.” Father responds. “Take a shower and rest. After that — You will have a chat with our personal therapist. Guards. See to it that Salvatore does what is required. Use force if needed.”
With that father storms in before Six Guards head into the room. Antonio — the one I was with when Carina left — lets out a breath and tells me. “We do not want to use force. Please do what is required.”
“You seem to have FORGOTTEN who hands out the orders around here.” I steps forward before I retrieve a GUN from the back of my trousers as fast as I shoot Antonio.
Then I tell all the men. “Let this be a lesson to all of YOU. I call the shots around here. I make the rules. I am the boss. Not father. Understood?”
The other men GULP and bow their heads. “Understood.”
“Good. Now clean this up before I head out the shower.” I tell them and storm off into the shower. I strip off the shirt before I step under the warmth of the shower.
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DARK DEEDS
RomanceSalvatore is a superstar. Carina is blinded. What she does not fathom however is that a star cannot shine without the dark of dusk. Salvatore is bound to the dark from his role as the head of the Italian Mafia to the blood on his hands. What hap...
