SPANISH GODDESS

CHAPTER 15 : [ ELORA'S POV ]

I managed to fit the gun somewhere in my dress. I walked out of the room and spotted new guards. I smirk - they know better than to mess with me! They escort me to my father's office and I walk in as he busies himself with paperwork. His light brown cinnamon hair looks a tad bit long and to the side. His sky-blue eyes are focused on his work , I look at his black and white tux, which shows how muscular he really is.

His eyes meet mine and he smiles so beautifully. I'm not sure what that smile meant '' you look beautiful la mia zucca{ my pumpkin- Italian} his accent mixed with a bit of Spanish. ''Grazie vecchio{ thanks old man-italian} he chuckles and stands up. He's still as tall as I remember -6'2 ft. ''Come, I'll escort you !'' I looked at him ''what am I doing here?'' he places his hands in his pockets.

''I know you hate me , in fact all of you hate me with good reason, I believe. Making you a killer machine at 10 was wrong , but I don't regret it - you la mia bambina{ my little girl-Italian} are very special . I didn't mean to abduct you , but I needed to see you and to convey my dying wishes - my enemies are far too great and by the end of tonight, I might not live another day! ''

I looked at him in disbelief -was he telling the truth?!

''I know you don't believe me and that's okay , you are here because after tonight it will be your decision to keep the Russo legacy or to hand it over to my enemies. I will not force you to claim this legacy as yours because you know it's rightfully yours.'' I just stared at him '' I saw Marina Fashion and Modelling - you have done a great job there , as well as helping all those orphanages - that's very good!''

I was beyond shocked -this man , Stefano Russo, was never like this , never so humble and considerate- what happened to this cold-hearted man?! His sky-blue eyes looked dimmer ,but still had its charm.

I walked ahead and he followed , walking in a row with me. It felt weird- father and daughter walking in toe with each other.

As we reached the staircase , my father stiffened up - he was looking at 6 men , they must be the main enemies! ''They are the French mafia! they known for killing everything and everyone who gets in their way! '' Without thinking , I laced my arm with my father's arm and walked down the stairs! '' Dame tempo Para descubrir thus verdaderos motivos viejo { buy me time to figure out your true motives old man- Spanish} " I see my father smiling , in the corner of my eye . '' De'jame morir de una vez{ let me die at once-Spanish}'' We reach the bottom of the staircase and I look at him ''au'n no { not yet}'' he kisses my forehead and I roll my eyes while he grins.

Yes, he's the big bad wolf ,but he's still my father and this man may have been cruel ,but somewhere in that cruelness he loved us. He loved my mother and he proved it to her many times. He made me who I am today - Ivanna and I molded ourselves into survival warriors.

Yes, hating is easier than loving and I believe retribution is in order ,but not yet - this man can't die just yet.