"Power is easy to take... but breaking those who stand in my way is much easier"
- Rocco 'The Beast' Moretti
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Rocco 'The Beast' Moretti POV
"Took you long enough, Moretti. I was starting to think you forgot about your precious fiancé."
That voice makes my skin prickle. Lorenzo and Giovanni were talking. Staring down at him, I straighten my suit, dark burgundy, and a shirt with no tie. Today I'm here to give it straight to Lisa's father. "Look who it is, the kidnapper right in front of my face. Maybe I should kill you right here?"
Giovanni dressed in his signature grey suit steps forward. "Rocco enough. Both of you enough. Men don't waste time talking they get results!"
The three of us stood in a circle staring each other down. "I get it, Giovanni. But I'm not gonna hand over your daughter just yet... where is the fun in that?" Lorenzo says, adjusting his cuff link. His black suit spoke volumes.
Whenever I get there he always shows up, like a devils spawn. I laugh and start dramatically clapping. "Big words Enzo. Big words. Did you get anywhere with that?"
Lisa Castellano POV
"Hello? Open the door!" I said, jiggling the doorknob. Is he not gonna open it? "Open the door, or I'll.... Kick it?"
"I can't ma'am. His orders."
It was Marco. He's been there the entire time? I do everything from using my shoulders to my legs until I tire myself out. Sore and a bit bruised I go back and sit down, gently. Ouch.
I hear Marco chuckling and tell him, "Don't laugh!"
As I examine my arm and legs, a door flies of its hinges. Lorenzo's voice booms through the entire mansion, "Lisa! Downstairs. In five. Don't make me come up there!" And his footsteps fade.
Enzo won't even give me a moment to breathe. I nurse my wounds and Marco finally lets me out.
Marco is right behind me as I walk down the stairs to the living room with the leather couch and the end table. Now what? How long should I wait? And my arm.
His footsteps come back into the room. A gun rested between his hand. It's small and could be lightweight for all I knew. I scanned it. The revolver, a classic choice among many. And yet something is telling it's gonna come in handy.
"This Lisa, is a revolver. Not just any old revolver but a smith & Wesson," he says, weighing the gun. "It's... a model 27. Classy... and not noticeable like... like you."
His tone, quite dark made it different to discern what's the meaning behind them. "Enzo... why are you trusting me with... that?"
"Consider it... a birthday gift."
The revolver was placed into my hands. He shouldn't trust me so easily. "Why give me this? You should sent me home."
Model 27, classy. Right. Why?
Lorenzo Romano POV
I watched her closely as I handed her the revolver from my gun room. Smith & Wesson was a classic choice. Is she upset? Happy? Maybe I should— "If you don't like it I'm taking it back."
"No... I like it. It's classy really classy. Thank you" she said, her eyes welled with tears. I adjust my cufflinks and look up. Is she crying?
Lisa Castellano POV
I tried to hold back the unshed tears but couldn't stop. "Are you crying?"
"No..."
The revolver looked nice too. "This... this is cool, thanks Enzo."
"Who hurt you?"
"Hm?"
It took me at least three whole minutes to realize what he means. The bruises on my arm. Got it. "It's nothing."
Marco knew what I was doing which I am not telling Enzo that. It's so embarrassing. His eyes harden as he grabs my arm and poked it. I wince—a subtle sting coursing through my arm.