L'Angelo della Morte | A Mafia Romance

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If I was dying on my knees, you would be the one to rescue me

~ Kodaline

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"Miss Milan," Vincenzo greeted me, getting up from behind his dark wooden desk and circling it. "Please, come in."

My heart was thumping against my ribcage as I approached him on weak legs. He was dressed in an all-black suit, his hair neatly slicked back. Dark circles testified a lack of sleep – his eyelids drooping.

"I wanted to speak to you personally," he said and rubbed a large hand across his face, "As you're here as a guest, it seems appropriate that you should be involved in decisions regarding you."

I opened my mouth but closed it again. I wasn't sure how to respond. Having a say about anything at all was a foreign feeling; especially with men like these.

Vincenzo's brows dipped and his eyes squinted. His lips pressed together and he stared at me – awaiting a response I didn't have. Finally, he sighed and spoke up.

"I have arranged for you to be escorted to a safe house one of the coming days." Vince leaned back against his desk, searching my face with those cold amber eyes of his. "As I'm frankly concerned about Fiorino's presence here in New Orleans."

"I understand." My voice came out weak, but I stood up straight and maintained eye contact. "But I struggle to see how I've been involved in this decision."

He lifted an eyebrow but a smirk made it to his lips. "Miss Milan, the choice is yours. As I said, I've made arrangements."

I swallowed thickly, my eyebrows scrunching together. "Oh."

"If you would prefer," he continued, "you may stay. Though I would suggest that you don't. I won't want my own wife and daughter around with the bastard this close."

"Who will be going with them?"

"I'll be sending a few of my men with them. Rizzo, perhaps Matthews, too."

"Matthews?" I tilted my head a little.

"Colby," he said. "A few details still need to be sorted."

"Vittorio?"

He shook his head. "I'll need him here, and speaking of," he said, walking past me towards the door with a nonchalant arrogance emitting from his person, "It's rude to eavesdrop, Durante."

I looked towards the door where Vittorio was leaning against the frame, and heat flooded my face. My thoughts returned to my room. Or rather what had happened. Almost happened.

"It's only eavesdropping if you're trying to hide it." Vittorio sauntered inside the office and plopped into one of the armchairs facing the desk, throwing his feet onto the hardwood surface. He held a tired smile."If I were, you wouldn't have noticed."

"Well," Vince muttered and looked at me with that customer service smile. "I got to say what I meant to say. Let me know your answer as soon as possible, Miss Milan."

I nodded and muttered my goodbyes as I left the office. I'd made it a few feet away from the door when I stopped in my tracks.

"What'd you say to her?" It was Vittorio. He spoke softly, but his voice had an edge to it. One I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of.