L'Angelo della Morte | A Mafia Romance

♛16 ⥄ ❝ Guns & darts ❞

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~ E

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Grace is just weakness, or so I've been told  — I've been cold — I've been merciless.

~ Jaymes Young

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I woke up to the sound of screaming; relentless, high-pitched screaming. I bolted up, my eyes shooting around the room. Vittorio was gone.

I hurried to the balcony doors and slid them open, stepping out into the sun, and the scene that unfolded in front of me brought a smile to my face.

On the neatly manicured lawn below, Aurora was running with a water gun in hand and a grin on her face as she attempted to dodge the 'bullets' of her opponent: Romeo.

He was dressed in a pair of red swim trunks, his tattooed chest and arms exposed to the beating sun and he was giving the war his all.

"Carly!"

My eyes snapped back to Aurora who grinned up at me. She was in a purple bathing suit and green floaties wrapped around her small arms.

"Come down and play with us!"

I grinned and nodded, rushed back inside, and changed into a black bikini Mia had left for me. I yanked a simple white sundress from its place in my closet and pulled it on, stepped into a pair of blue flip-flops, and bounded downstairs.

The backyard was stunning when I stepped outside. The grass was greener than I'd ever seen and the clear pool water was glistening with the sun beating down on it.

I'd only taken one step outside before water splashed onto the front of my dress and a deep laugh erupted from the man responsible. My mouth dropped open and I looked down at my now-soaked dress.

I lifted my gaze and groaned through a slow smile. "This was supposed to stay dry."

"All is fair in love and war, Miss Beckett," Romeo grinned and winked at me. "Now strip down and seize your weapon." He lifted an eyebrow and pointed the barrel of his water gun towards a stack resting on a beach chair.

"That's not a very gentlemanly request, Mr Salvatore."

"Please, Mr Salvatore was my old man." He rolled his eyes playfully, his brows lifting briefly and a wolfish smirk made it to his lips. "Call me Daddy.'"

If I'd had anything to choke on, I would have, and the expression on my face brought Romeo's laughter back. He was a completely different man than he'd been the previous night, and for the first time, I seemed to see his genuine smile; it was breathtaking. A smile that could make you stop just to witness it a little longer, and his laugh was sanguine. All brought on by something as simple as a water fight.

"Will not," I muttered and turned around, suddenly sheepish about pulling off my dress. I glanced over my shoulder at Romeo, but he seemed to be checking something on his lethal weapon, and that's when I saw it; Romeo was standing mere inches from the pool.