L'ANGELO DELL TERRORE

??????? 1 ?ℎ?? ???ℎ? ????? ????????, ?ℎ???'? ? ????ℎ...??? ??? ?ℎ??? ?? ????, ??????? ???? ???~~????????? Sophia This was the last time I'd watch something so terrifying with Enzo. Enzo was my brother who love horror as he could inflict it on people and laugh. After a while of forced Netflix and chill, I stepped down the stairs of the Mansion. It was cold, but the sweet aroma of Nonna's food hung in the air. "Sophia." Lola squealed as she ran up the stairs and hugged me tight. I was the first daughter and Lola was the last.. apparently we were the three children of the Romanov family. "Don't jump Lola, the stairs is slippery and take off your shoe, you do not want to dirty the place Harrieta had just cleaned." Enzo said, as he walked down the stairs to meet up with us. Enzo was the first child of the family and the only one Nonna had allowed father introduced to his line of business. Father's business wasn't exactly daisy's and buttercup. It was more dangerous than that, more deadly. I could recall the day Enzo had came back home, thinking no one was up...I had seen the blood on his hands and neck.. No one had to tell me what he had done. "Where are you going Enzo?" I asked, grabbing the rail as Lola kept tugging my granny pajamas. "Take Lola with you and go up the stairs, there's a visitor in Papa's office and I would not like you two roaming about." I nodded. Truth be told, I never wanted anything to do with Papa's businesses. "Should we head over to the sunroom? Please, please please, pretty please." Lola begged and I sighed. "But it's only going to be because of the books and chocolates you hid under my bed." I said, for her to nod. When we got to the sunroom, and whined up all the blinds covering the sun into the room....we both fell down on our respective mat. "I don't wanna go to school tomorrow." Lola muttered. "Why? You know why Nonna had to enroll you to school." "They don't like me. None of them do. They always ran away whenever they see me because of...." She paused. "of papa." Lola completed and I heaved a deep breath. My school life was not funny at all. I experienced worst than she could even imagine. Being the daughter of the Russian Don was disastrous to my educational life. "Can I go get cookies now? I promise to stay away from Dad's office." She pointed out her pinky finger and I nodded. When she ran out of the room, I sighed.. sitting up on the mat. It wasn't Papa's fault, it was passed down to generations to generations and soon enough it would be passed down to Enzo. I felt sorry for him. He wasn't given a choice. "I'm back." "Where did you get that? I'm pretty sure Nonna didn't buy those kinds of cookies, neither does she make them." I asked. "Ohh, the dark uncle gave it to me" Lola smiled and I frowned. If it wasn't Enzo, then who was he? "Where did you see this Uncle of yours?" I asked, as I stood up and walked to the small desk that was pushed up to the other wall of the sunroom. I pulled out a gun and walked to the door. I never liked Papa's business, but I knew how to clock a bullseye. "But he...he." She sighed and shook her head. One thing was sure, Papa never let any of his goons come up the stairs. I opened the door, looking sideways before coming out. There had been times, we had been attacked by some men before and after that..Papa had tightened security. I walked down the hallway, checking every corner for my prey untill I felt some eyes on me and I turned only to see a man glaring at me in the shadow. "H...Hey." I breathed out, unsure of what to do. Was i to shoot? I didn't want to kill someone. He didn't look scary, right? No, he did. "You don't say hey to every man you want to gun down, hmm?" He shook his head. I couldn't see his face. He was still standing there, in the dark while I took a step back to the light untill I was pressed against the wall. "Who are you?" "I am sure your father would like to know that his beloved daughter had me at gun throat." He said again, clicking his tongue. His voice was deep. Deep and intoxicating. He had this sweet citrus and lavender scent that made me want to sniff again. "My father would never believe you more than his daughter. Besides I never had you under gun throat." "And you call this what, tesoro?" (treasure) "Please drop the endearing words and leave. My father doesn't let strangers up the third floor." I said, not knowing my gun was still raised up to his chest. When I realized that, I quickly ducked it down and he stepped closer...closer to the light and when I saw him...my breath ran away. He was handsome. He was drop dead gorgeous. He had everyone in one body. Two beautiful sea-greened eyes and a jaw that was set so straight. "Is that gun loaded or you just do this for fun whenever anyone comes up?" I snapped back to reality and took a deep breath as he took a step closer. "Please." I forced out. "My father would not be happy you're here." I said and he said nothing before nodding. He took a step backwards and then another, till he was holding the stairs rails. "And ha! Little girl... whenever you want to gun throat someone, wear something good and not something like that...." He paused for words. "It's an eyesore." He completed and I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. He was looking more beautiful, more Handsome under the light but there was no denying that this one was a killer like my brother and their men. I glared at him. I glared for the comment on my choice of clothes and looked down at myself. "I didn't dress myself up for you stronzo, and the next time I see you up here...a bullet will be the first thing you talk to, yes?" (asshole) And with that I stormed away, knowing fully well..he was watching me and my granny pajamas didn't do me well....as it began to go down my small waist. TBC