A/N: Dio is short for Incendio. Enjoy :)
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"Bring the girl in."
Alessio unbuttoned the sleeves of his black, dress shirt before hurling himself into the comfort of his big twirling desk chair. He turned up the volume of the television so high that all he could hear was the sound of his finest achievements applauding for him while being dressed in a personally tailored Tom Ford suit probably worth more than a refugee's entire life back there.
The topic of achievements was pretty much broad in a lot of aspects. Some people might consider them as pinpointing the faults and flaws of their fellow earthly creatures, also known as the imperfect humans. Others might perceive them as a façade, also known as the "American Dream", which might include a really fancy car, a glamorous partner of flaunting material, a certain table at a high school cafeteria with pom-poms and steroids, an award from a social platform for offering tips that no one had probably asked for, and the list goes on and on.
However, Alessio's achievement was quite different.
It went by the name "Amoury Gutierrez". The man behind his very own TV screen, giving a speech about his kidnapped daughter who also happens to be standing right outside of his very own door as well. All under his mercy.
"Entra."
The Capo watched as Mila entered in the company of Sebastian who left abruptly after dropping her by. Her light brown hair though entangled and not brushed ever since she arrived here, looked quite breathtaking as it dipped over her shoulders in wavy motions, caressing her collar bones which looked way bonier over the span of two days since she arrived here.
Before Alessio could utter any word, the door swung open again exposing a panting white-haired boy clutching a bucket of popcorn in an arm while the other was resting over his left knee in attempt of steadying his racing breathing.
"Incendio?" The curious boss quirked an eyebrow while his eyes lingered for few seconds on a silent Mila who was staring at the TV screen.
"Well I was in for a movie night, but this could do me just fine. Even better actually." Dio shrugged before stuffing his mouth with the popped kernels and throwing himself onto a coffee colored armchair.
Alessio took in a deep breath, ignoring the blonde boy who was munching out loudly and turned his gaze onto a certain emotionless hot-headed girl.
"So your non-existent conscience felt the obligation of offering me glimpses of my father from behind the screen of a mansion you have forcefully kidnapped me to when I should've been bathing in the comfort of my room back home. Wow you have just made a girl's dream come true, how fascinating." Mila clapped dramatically with a mocking smile hanging around the corners of her mouth.
"No actually I wanted to have a chit-chat with you, and I figured out that some good, old fresh background music would rather keep us entertained." Alessio retorted hiding a taunting smile behind his unwavering, solid facial expressions.
"Hush...Silenzio! Can't I just listen properly to something more entertaining than your heartfelt convo." Dio huffed before raising up the volume even higher.
"I am utterly stripped out of words that can voice out my significant worry on regards of my kidnapped daughter's whereabouts. It pains me to not have been there by my only daughter's side who in turn has probably endured very undeserving and cruel events in the limelight of what had happened. Such barbaric actions are not justifiable and allowed under any circumstances and labels no matter the reasons they stand under.
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