RoyalPraiz

"Every damn thing in this life come with a price, Mia amata {My beloved}" he ran his fingertips on her cheek, his icy blue orbs peering into her own.

"Your reasons why I'm being held captive here?" She inquired, her eyes holding nothing but fear in them. This wasn't the man she knew, this one is totally different - A Mafia 

"You left me at my worst, you ruined me. Now, it's my turn to do so, Mia amata" he said slowly, a cruel expression on his face.

"I'm sorry…" a low whisper tore out of her lips but he let out a laughter, one which didn't seemed to reach his eyes.

"It's too late… Too late, Mi amata" his voice rang back in her ears a million times and a tear slipped down her cheek.

•••••••••

Adriana Regio never expected herself to fall into the hands of one of the most feared Mafia bosses in Italy - Don Riccardo Moretti. 

Mafia's were the top leading in wealth and everything. They were feared by all and peasants never wished to cross parts with them. That was Adrianna's case too.

But, her case was entirely different in another way. She wasn't sold, bought or anything, but she was held captive to pay for a crime she committed years ago. 

A crime that haunted her every night, and even though she was held captive by the man she once loved, she couldn't bring herself to tell him a secret she harbored greatly in her heart.

"He's our Daddy?" ~ Emeliano questioned.

"Not exactly what I expected, he's not my spec" ~ Emelio retorted.

The Don's Desire

"What's it that you want to report?" Riccardo questioned but instead, Haunter stepped forward.

Her palms suddenly felt sweaty and she resisted the urge to rub them together, to avoid showing how nervous she was.

"Can I take a glance at the picture you showed me a few days ago?" Even though she tried her possible best to not give her nervousness away, Riccardo was able to sense it.

"Found any clue?" He asked instead. Haunter avoided his eyes and that alone proved she already found something which she's hesitating to reveal.

"Yes– er- I mean – no," Haunter stuttered. She shut her eyes tightly, and when she finally opened it, Riccardo was already before her.

"Speak," his voice was calm, yet authoritative.

In as much as Haunter tried to convince herself that Antonio can't possibly be the masked man, it wasn't working. He couldn't be the masked man, how could he? Why would he go against his brothers?

CLUE