** 💕 COMPLETED 💕 **
*** STEAMY ***
Ricardo Li Fonti (28), the younger brother of the great Erasto Li Fonti is now the Sotto il Capo of the Black Lions (Italian Wing). Unlike his elder brother, he isn't the serious man. He is funky and fun-loving j...
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With blood dripping from his head and the corner of his lips, he smirked and pointed his gun at the person sprawled on the ground. The painful whimpers and desperate cries to spare him were like music to his ears.
Raising the remote in his other hand he smirked at him saying, "Questo è ciò che ottieni per disturbarepersoneinnocenti!" (This is what you get for troubling innocent people!)
As the man shook his head and screamed a huge 'Net!' (No!) in Russian language, he pressed the button. As the whole base blew up, she smiled widely with a fresh set of tears streaming down her face.
Knowing what kind of pain she was going through all these years, he pulled her shaking form in his arms and whispered, "Nocciola! Everything will be fine now. I promise Piccante!"
Cupping her face in his palms he wiped her tears saying, "The reason behind your pain will be gone forever. Now, you tell me... Would you like to finish this off for once and for all or should I?"
When she lowered her gaze and thought back about 'the' time he lifted her face and asked her, "I am really serious honey. What's your call? Because, sweetheart your pain is my pain and your happiness is my happiness. I can do anything for you and I will be there with you always."
As their dark brown orbs met each other's she decided what she wanted to do!
Okay, something intense has happened here!
What could that be? What is this all about?
Let me take you to a series of flashbacks then!
** 13 Years Ago **
The little girl dressed in white frock and two little pigtails tied up with white satin ribbons was playing with her teddy bear when her father barged into her room. Wiping off his sweat on his forehead he picked his little daughter and ran into his bedroom. Placing her small frame in the window grill he whispered, "Remember Angel. Whatever happens, do not shout. Do not move from here! Sit here and wait till daddy comes. Okay sweetheart? I love you so much baby. I love you sweetheart!"
Even before she could ask him what was going on, he kissed her face a few more times as if saying a final goodbye and covered her frame with tons and tons of clothes. He knew the little ventilation from the other end of the window would help this little girl. Knowing he would never be able to return back, he pulled the curtains hiding his daughter in the only place possible at that moment.
As he went to his cupboard to fetch the documents, he heard someone saying, "Vai da qualche parte dottore?" (Going somewhere doctor?)
As the little girl peeked from the tiny space in between those thick curtains, all she saw was her father being shot 6 times and his blood spraying all over the walls!
