Little angel
Ricardo was agitated, he didn't stop shouting at his men for being so careless. They had one job, and they failed
“Relax, my men are working on this,” Marcus said assuredly, hoping Ricardo could calm down. He was driving the car like a lunatic, and he didn't stop at the traffic lights he was supposed to
“Did you track down who did this… I want his head,” Ricardo said angrily, he thought everything remained in Italy. He came to Paris to start a new life far away from the past. Unfortunately, that wasn't likely to happen
“The text he sent was via private number… it's hard to trace it, but I'm trying, and my men are trying okay,” Marcus said as he fixed his eyes on his laptop. He wasn't going to work with Ricardo asking him questions
“I don't need fucking trying, damn do it…if I find him, he'll regret messing with me,” Ricardo growled with rage that Marcus felt his deep tone ringing in his ears. Of course, he had such a hot temper. Occasionally Marcus wondered who was more deadly
His former boss Armando or his little brother. His conclusion was simple, Armando had someone who tamed his monster and that was Erin, his wife. While Ricardo had no one. Whenever he got angry, things went to the worst
“Gotcha! Son of a bitch,” Marcus exclaimed after a while, getting Ricardo's attention. By now it was dark, the road was empty
“What? Tell me you have something?” Ricardo asked, glancing over at Marcus who smirked and tilted his laptop a little to the left, so Ricardo could see
“There's a warehouse not far from here…take a left turn,” Marcus said and Ricardo nodded and drove the car at full speed. That Marcus prayed he didn't die with the man. He was insane. But Ricardo knew how dangerous his world was. The same reason he would rather not marry any woman
Aside from not needing one, he hated the idea of running to the rescue all the time. He just hoped nothing happened to his wife
On their way there, Marcus called his men and asked them where to go. Whoever had Alana was dangerous; hence they needed to be vigilant.
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The man who abducted Alana stood by the bed with his dark brown eyes fixed on the delicate form lying wearing a long see-through nightgown, which showed her milky skin. With the lighting in the room
Her beauty shone brightly that any man would be bewitched at a single glance. Her golden brown hair scattered on the pillows made her look like a goddess. Her skin was porcelain white, so flawless to the eyes and wondered how soft she found to feel to touch her full plump pink lips begged him to suck on them…kiss her hard and bury his face between her precious little, legs, and feast on her p**sy.
“He's damn lucky isn't he…how did a pretty little angel like him agree to marry a monster like him,” he whispered huskily as he slowly sat on the bed and extended his hand to Alana's slender leg. He gave her a sedative, he hated the idea of having her shouting and cursing him
“Such beauty, you are so gorgeous like an angel,” he whispered as he leaned down and inhaled her flowery scent, she smelled so divine, so lovely that he could curl himself in her embrace
“Don't you worry, my little angel…you'll be mine, I hate the idea of letting you be with that monster,” he murmured and straightened up when he heard the door open. Getting to his feet, the man's gaze turned sour when he turned around and met with an elderly man who had his head lowered
“Mr. Salvatore… as you instructed, they were deceived and went to the wrong location,” the man informed his boss and immediately, a sinister smirk crept on the man's face. Amusement shone in his eyes as he glanced at the beauty lying in his bed and then at the butler.
“That's great news, have my men blow up the place and kill all my enemies,” the man gave his orders sternly and the old man nodded
“Yes sir, rest assured,” the old man said with a bow and prepared to leave when he was stopped. Turning around he bowed again
“Alessio, don't you think she'll make a beautiful wife…don't you?” He asked his only trusted man, Alessio, who was like an uncle to him. Hence, the man nodded with a smile
“Young Master, she indeed will make a good wife…” the man said looking up at his boss. It was frightening to see him so calm, the man had worked for Rocco Salvatore for years. But he feared the young man before him. Especially when he was picking a fight with the likes of Ricardo Romero
“Go and make sure everything is set…and please prepare something for my queen to eat…she'll wake up in a few minutes… we don't want her starving, now do we?” he said, and the man nodded and left immediately. The door closed when he turned back to look at his little angel
“He'll die sadly, and don't worry my little angel… the bad man will die… I'm sure he didn't tell you he's a damn rapist,” it was a shame Ricardo was going to die, he hated that man more than anything. But now that he was back, it was time to finish what his father and brother couldn't finish
“Ah,” Alana stirred in her sleep, startling the man. But soon his lips quivered upwards into a grin as the woman's eyes flickered open. She seemed to be lost as she rubbed her beautiful bug orbs
“W-where…where am I?” Alana muttered and massaged her head. She felt a splitting headache that made her eyes heavy. Shifting a little, she couldn't see anything when
“Hello beautiful angel…” she was greeted by a strange man staring at her. Startled, Alana nearly jumped out of bed when she noticed where she was. Her heart raced rapidly as memories of earlier played before her
“Who…who are you…how dare you!” She lashed out nervously and covered her chest area awkwardly. The man before her looked normal, but he was the same jerk who abducted her and tied her up.
“I was planning to hurt you, but your beauty bewitched me, my angel,” he muttered and was about to touch her when Alana moved away. His voice was low and normal, unlike earlier when it was stern and sounded heavy. Alana swallowed hard as she fixed her eyes on the silver-eyed man smiling at her. Who was he, and where was Ricardo…did he know where she was?
“Maybe we have a visitor…how about we let him in,” Rocco muttered with a wink and glanced at his wristwatch. Judging by his clothes, he didn't seem like an ordinary man. He was young and good-looking with striking, mischievous eyes. The contours of his face were refined. Although his looks were intimidating. Even his shoulders weren't broad but average with medium height
While Alana was thinking about escaping, Ricardo managed to drive his car straight into the enemy's den. He should have known it
“You'll pay for this, Rocco," he muttered angrily as he gripped the steering wheel tightly while his eyes fixed on the men blocking his way and had their guns pointing at him.
