L'Angelo della Morte | A Mafia Romance

♛05 ⥄ ❝ Yeehaw ❞

A/N: I'm posting as I read it through, so I will post in clusters and at weird times. Sometimes, probably multiple times in a day. I don't have a posting schedule, but I will post weekly at the least :3

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Two armies are coming at me; their flags and weapons look the same

~ Madalen Duke

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I let out a frustrated scream — piercing enough to shatter glass — and yanked at the chains again, feeling the cuffs dig into my wrists. I yanked again. This time harder. All it did was tighten the chains around the flagpole.

"This cannot be happening," I breathed. "He's gonna get to me."

A groan snapped me out of it.

"Calm down, Beckett. We'll figure this out," Dante muttered. He was sitting on the ground, leaning against the flagpole. "I've got a plan."

Dante's jet-black hair was a fluffy mess, and his plump bottom lip was split. His spring green eyes were downcast, and his foot was tapping the air impatiently. How could he seem this calm? This uninterested?

My heart was still thumping hard in my chest, and I had a sickening feeling in my stomach. My jaw was sore and pulsating. I dropped down on the grass beside him and hugged my knees.

"What plan?"

"Don't worry about it," he muttered. He looked bored and sounded distant. Distracted. I followed his wandering eyes and found that he was observing our captors.

Two men were making their way toward us, talking to each other in hushed voices. They stopped right in front of us.

"The boss wants to see you," one of them said in a gruff voice.

Dante looked up at the men and cocked an eyebrow. "What does he want?"

The taller of the men shook his black mop of hair. "Not you." He pointed a thick finger at me. "You."

My blood ran cold and I curled my clammy hands into fists. I went to push myself off the ground, but Dante yanked me to his side, so close that his lips brushed my earlobe when he whispered to me.

"Don't tell them anything, Beckett, just hold out a little longer." He held me in place, and I realized he was staring at our captors. I gasped when he pulled my earlobe between his teeth before skimming it with his plump lips, undoubtedly to piss off our audience.

He let go of me and I pushed my trembling self to my feet. My eyes were stuck on Dante while the men freed me of my chains with a tight hold of my wrists.

They started dragging me towards the humongous gray building that was a scar on nature's beautiful face. I looked over my shoulder once more, but Dante was back in his prior position with his gaze locked on the ground.

I was trembling by the time we made it to the door, and they ushered me inside. The taller of the two grabbed my shoulder to push me forward — his sharp nails digging into my skin. I whimpered but didn't try to move his lanky fingers from my shoulder. They led me down a hallway, leading to a large, black door. The smaller of them knocked twice.

"Enter," a voice answered from the other side of the door, and the smaller man opened it slowly.

They pushed me into the dim-lit room. I looked up to see the third man who'd come for Rizzo. He sat in a cozy-looking, huge chair, surrounded by half-naked and naked women. His gray eyes bore into me as he smirked.