Dangerous Innocence

Dangerous Innocence

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"Ricci... Ricci, what am I going to do with you," he taunted towards Ricci, who was tied to the chair. Ricci had a look of terror on his face, he was frightened of this man. I mean who isn't afraid of the infamous, Dante D'Alessandro. The man flicked a switched beside him which brighten up the room, causing Ricci to squint. Ricci began to look around the room seeing that he was in a dark cellar room with nothing but steps that lead to Dante, the wooden chair and a table full of equipment, which didn't look fun. Ricci's screams were muffled by the tight fabric that was wrapped around his mouth. Dante slowly made his way down the steps, towards Ricci and smirked sinisterly as he saw that Ricci started to struggle to get away from him. Dante unwrapped the fabric from Ricci's mouth allowing for him to have his mouth free. "Boss, ti prego! Don’t hurt me, I have been loyal to you for all my years," Ricci pleaded out lies to Dante. Dante reach behind him into his jeans pulling out a pistol, he unlocked the safety, knowing this would frighten Ricci even more. He aimed the gun directly towards Ricci's head, right between the eyes. "Now, Ricci you better corporate with me or there's going to be a bullet right between your eyes," Dante's Italian tongue spoke.
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