The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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ARIEL'S POV

The next morning came with a different challenge. However, understanding Belle's mental state I would think whatever little reassurance she asked for would be less.

And whatever little comfort we could provide her would be negligible given that what she went through in those hours of loneliness.

She is just a child of five years old. I would understand if she doesn't even want to talk or laugh right now. But I could tell that my mother was dying just to be reassured that her daughter was fine. Just to hear the little girl laugh. Even for a second.

Belle woke up late in the morning when mama was taking a bath. Being alone in the room, she had cried. I had quickly ran to her sitting up on the bed and crying with all her might while her tiny hands covered her face.

No matter how many back rubs I gave her, no matter how much I whispered that she was home and it was okay, she couldn't stop crying. She especially couldn't stop crying when papa was around. At first I thought it was because she wanted papa's attention and affection. However, it the opposite. She didn't want to go to papa at all.

I didn't understand, because Belle was a total daddy's girl and she- she cravedp the attention and affection she gets from dad. But today she didn't even want to look at him.

The only person Belle completely stopped shaking around was Angelo. She refused to let anybody take her away from his arms and absolutely refused to look at anybody, sucesfully hiding herself on the crook of his neck.

It was only but normal. Because when she realized that only Angelo came to her safety and pulled her out of a dark place, he became her saviour. And her little five year old heart believes that he would only keep her safe. And- and I don't blame her one bit. She's just a child.

Only a five year old baby. And the fact that she was taken being said that her papa was waiting for her, had rattled her. She hid away from papa everytime he so much as tried to talk to her.

And I could tell it was breaking my dad's heart.

Angelo and Roman accompanied by my dad drove to the family estate an hour ago. It left me mama and Belle in the house.

While the little lady was adamant to do anything, she lay on the couch, curled up with Coco and Poodle watching cartoons. No amount of coaxing her or bribing her with sweets or popsicles would lift up her mood.

Mama was getting worried with every passing silent second that Belle provided us with. She was getting way more paranoid when Belle refused her favourite cola pop.

As much as I reassured my mother that she was fine and it would maybe take her a little time to slip back to normal, I couldn't calm my beating heart myself. Her silence was bothering me too.

"Belle?" Mama called taking a seat beside the little woman who was still staring at the time and Jerry marathon. "Sweetheart, look bun made pizza for lunch."

Silence.

"It's your favorite."

Silence.

"Look, mama even cut it in a bear shape with eyes and nose."

Silence.