"I'm the walking Satan. Nobody dares to order me, it's the other way around. Remember this, I maybe younger to you, but I'm old in this shitty bloody killings and will kill whoever treated me like a shitty-scum. I don't make promises, I'm more on an action ..." - Giovanni Leone Santorini

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Giovanni Leone Santorini's POV

           The time seems to go fast when you're having fun, but when you're not, it seems to tick so agonizingly slow.

Maybe if I'll invent a time-machine, I would double my wealth. That would be fun. I chuckled at my own foolish thought. I bet a lot had tried it already and so far, none had succeeded.

I wanted this day not to be over yet, but every day has an end and night takes over. For everything that God made, the night is what I hated.

It reminds me of the time, my parents and sister are slaughtered with our enemies in their own bed and fuck justice. I will bring justice to their death. I will kill whoever killed them and I will make sure, that even Satan would salute me for taking his job well done.

I shook off the devastating thoughts as I felt my beast-self resurfacing.

I look at Enna sleeping on the couch with her head laying on my lap and my face softened. My system relaxes. I brush her hair gently not wanting to wake her up. My eyes lingered on her beautiful face. Soft lips, flawless naked face, long lashes and enthralling eyes hidden underneath her eyelid. Her soft snore is like music to my ears. The evened breathings indicating her peaceful sleep made me smile.

It warmed my cold heart just feeling of holding her while sleeping. It was indescribable.

I never thought this kind of feelings would happen to me, until this very day. It was overwhelming.

Still it surprises me, I'm capable of such emotions.

It's already eight at night.

I stayed in her place and ordered pizza while we watch a movie. On the third movie, she passed out, and I was surprised to hear her snoring.

She looks so peaceful and refreshing.

I ignored my erection and gently carried her head so I can get up and carry her to her bed.

Just as I place her down to her bed, my phone rang.

I quickly connected it as I tucked her in her bed covers, then kissed her lips softly and walk out of her door to her living room.

"Leon ... Leon!" The persistent annoying voice kept calling my name.

When I reach the living room, I spoke softly, just enough for the Stefano to hear as I headed towards the couch. "Speak!" I snapped lowly as I plopped down the couch leaning backward, one hand flung on top of the couch support.

"We found the carrier of the tape, Leon. Brenton passed it down to Salvo Donn Guidici before he died. That guy is slimy." I heard Stefano's tongue clucking. "This tape needed to be retrieved or the group will be imperiled.

It isn't.

Dad is dead.

And this group is already periled since my family was killed. I believe one of them did it, albeit I have no sufficient evidence, but I believe it's one of them. That's why I entered this world, to find out who killed them. I will and will never stop until I will bury them to the ground and joined Satan.

That tape will lead me to whoever did it.

Claudio "Big Boss" Santorini, my father was a well-known mobster. A dangerous man, slimy, shrewd and genius. For thirty years of being accused as the mafia's leader, none had proven it yet, until one of them killed him in his own house together with my mom and sister, Ellona.

We once surpassed the attacks of his enemies, and that because of Rafael Alejandro Valiente whom I treated as my brother. I owned my life to him and because of him, I met Enna.

Enna, who brought out that passion I thought I had none. She made me smile. She softens and warm my cold heart. She gave me a reason to live.

I was before a walking dead!

Death actually feared me.

That is until I met Enna. My Bambolina.

Now, I feared death. Not for me, but for my Enna. I fear for her life, but I can't imagine myself being away from her.

For two months I didn't see her, I felt like a mad man. Sick and empty, although I had her watch from two of my securities, it didn't lessen the horrible feelings.

I know I was bewitched. Something in her that kept me thinking of her. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Like bees to a pollen, like a magnet.

Wait?

Did he mention Giudici?

"Salvo Guidici of the Guidici Publishing?" I asked feigning nonchalance, not wanting to show my interest.

"Yes. The one and only Salvo Guidici." I could sense Stefano's head bobbing up and down in agreement.

I could feel my eyes sharpening and my breathings racing.

What are the odds? Why has to be Enna's dad?

"I'll take care of it. Who else who knew who has the tape?" I asked clenching my jaws after. My muscles tightened as I thought of the possible things that would happen if Stefano found out I'm with Salvo's daughter.

They had to be eliminated.

"Lorenzo and Brenton. Lorenzo has a spy inside the Publishing. He paid Salvo's secretary. She was the one gave Lorenzo the report about the missing tape." Stefano explains.

"I'll take care of it. For now, no one should know about it." I said through gritted teeth. "What's the name of Salvo's Secretary?" I place my hand on my lap, crossing my legs and tap my fingers on my thigh as I waited impatiently for his response.

My anger is escalating as I grounded my teeth.

"Theresa Agoncillo," He responded shortly.

I nodded my head.

I feel nothing but coldness and my hands is itching to draw blood. This organization consists of eight families. Families that my dad thought was loyal. I believe that greed of power led this man whoever this killer is, to bring my family to their death.

Dad was the boss. I was once with them with my friends, Rafael, Vito, and Isaias. We killed a traitor in his own home. He fed information to the authority, and my friends and I were excited to do the job. At first, it was terrifying, but a principle "Either, take his life or he take yours", kept us do the job.

Dad's power grew together with his business. Santorini's businesses are everywhere and according to his second in command, Carmine Castellano -whom who treated me as his own child and who became my father when my parent's died- my father was ruthless and wipes out several families who ruled Sicily and Spain. Then, the rest turns under him and became loyal.

From then on, dad reigned in Sicily and Spain, then he gained more when he moved to New York and almost owned half of it.

A story I've been told.

That's what my uncle thought, but I never trust either one of them. One of them must have done the killing of my family and he's still out there orchestrating my death.

The death of my family was definitively executed by a professional killer. No evidence had been found. No clues, nothing. We don't know who's to blame and no suspect either.

It was done, pretty clean.

"I'll expect this had been done sooner, Leon. If your dad is still alive, he won't wait for another day." Stefano said, determined with desperation in his tone. He forgets who he was talking to. My brain almost exploded with the anger bubbles up in my system.

"What do you mean, Stefano?" I said slowly, dragging every word, in a calculated tone. Red is swirling around my eyes. Anger boiling in the pit of my stomach.

I stood up and calmly fixed my leather coat as I waited for his response, clenching my jaws persistently.

I could hear his breathings picking up speed. I could sense the terror radiating off him. He knew better not to compare me to anybody. He fucking knew well, not to order me!

"Do you know who you are talking to, Stefano?" I asked gravely, in a grueling manner. "I'm the walking Satan, Stefano." I continued on without waiting for his reply. He sounds choking and I smirked. "Nobody dares to order me, it's the other way around. Remember this, I maybe younger to you, but I'm old in this shitty bloody killings and will kill whoever treated me like a shitty-scum." I said dangerously. My head is pooling with different ways of killing him. "I don't make promises, I'm more on an action ..." I growled softly with full of mocking innuendo, ensnared with dripping danger. Ominous timbre is evident in my controlled resonance.

"I d-didn't m-mean to order you." He stammered. I sense fear in his tone. He has to. He damned has to. "I apologized Leon." His shaky, almost strangled resonance reach my deaf ears.

I hung up the phone and dialed Vito.

"Yes, boss."

"Terminate Stefano Vivalde, Brenton Schulte, and Lorenzo Vanwinkle. You know what to do with them." I barked gruffly. I was too angry, my eyes are almost popping out with the anger radiating off me. My temper is floating and ready to explode.

Stefano Vivalde had been in my death list. He had been one of my prime suspects.

"So this man finally blow your temper." Vito remarks humourlessly.

He knew I've been dreading to cut his life, and now he just hit it.

"They found the tape. It's in Salvo Guidici's hand. If they found that I'm seeing his daughter, then Enna would be endangered. I can't afford that. I need to discard them before they will find ways to get me." I explained to him, grimly. And I knew he gets my drift.

"Then, it is done Gio. I'll take the matters in my hand." Vito promised and I always depend on him.

Isaias and Vito are my best underbosses. Nothing had been failed from their hands. It's all been done, clean and clear.

"I need Isaias to get an information from Theresa Agoncillo regarding the tape. If she can get it, then it would be great. If not, then find out where we can find it, then we will steal it from Salvo. After that, terminate her. We don't need a witness." I added on.

Vito on the other line was listening intently. When it comes to this matter, he's always all ears. That's why I trust him fully. He never failed me yet.

"Done." He uttered shortly.

"I'll get to you when things are all clear. Watch your woman. After Stefano's death, the group will surely be in havoc and will trigger war." Vito explains and I let out a long-loud sigh, clenching my hands momentarily.

"It's been triggered since my parent's death!" I grit lowly, flashing a dangerous smirk on the corner of my lips, like a devil. Gritting my teeth, as I stared into oblivion.

"Maybe the tape will tell you who killed your family, Gio," Vito responded sullenly, ignoring my dangerous remarks.

I shut my eyes as I tried to block the image of my parents' blood-covered lifeless body on their bed, while my baby sister's head was in a different angle, completely snapped.

"I will kill him!" I growled gruffly, death clouded my thought and I felt the cold ruthless beast inside of me controlling me again.

"Brace yourself Gio. Enna would surely hate you if she sees your dark side. Does she even know who you are?"

I stiffened.

I felt suddenly exhausted and I fell into silence as I tried to appraise myself. My brain suddenly crumbled and again, my emotions were mixed.

"I take that she doesn't know yet." Vito sigh. "I hope this won't ruin your plan, and you Gio." Vito reminded me and I sigh.

I know since I met her, I forgot who I was. I forget everything about me and what I do, other than a businessman. I eluded all this negative thoughts, precautions I'm always good at. Now I'm playing the cards without thinking.

"I know. She doesn't need to know. I'm not even sure if my feelings for her is true or I'm just curious about her." I muttered, but I know deep within me, she's special.

Vito chuckled. "It's not just curiosity, Gio. You fucking bought the whole building and even threatened the poor owner to get what you want." Vito said matter-of-factly. His mocking laughter only irritates me.

I walk to the couch again and plopped down, feeling suffocated with all this things happening, and now I realized, I added another trouble to my already full plate.

"Fine. She's safer when she's with me. I'll send her to my private Island if I have to. For now, I will cease every suspicious danger around her. When the circumstances are recalcitrant, then I will." I explain, heeding to settle the negative thoughts in my head.

"It's just the beginning Gio. I hope you will finally see what situation were you in." Vito said with deep concern and I fell into silence.

"I'll settle this and I'll talk to you soon. Take care Gio." Vito ended the call and I'm still lost. My thoughts couldn't process his warning.

He is right.

Enna doesn't belong to this kind of world. Dangerous, dark, evil and bloody. She deserves something better.

My heart feels tightening, just the thought of it. I could taste the bitterness. My hearts feels like it was twisted with a vice and twirled it painfully, gripping it until it bleeds.

Emptiness slowly creeping into my heart. Broken and feeling damned.

Why is it too painful?

It was only a thought, why it has to be very painful?

How much more if it really was happening.

Then suddenly, my senses flexed and I felt someone moving. Before the hand reach me, I dodge and grip it in an iron grip as I stood up, thinking to slam him to the floor. "FUCK, GIO!" A screaming cry of pain reach my ears and I realized it was Enna. I quickly release her hand.

Then swiftly I went to turn the lights on and walk back to where she was, still holding her wrist.

Her face was disgruntled as she walks to the couch and sat, with her other hand massaging her wrist.

"I'm sorry, Bambolina,. I didn't know it was you. Why didn't you turn the lights on?" I said almost punching myself for being careless, reaching for her aching wrist, as I squatted in front of her.

I'm glad I didn't twist it and I didn't have my gun.

I could see the mark of my hand in her flawless wrist. A big mark of my big palm.

"Who could it be, idiot?" She snaps at me. I met her glaring pearl gray orbs and I felt myself being drowned to the depths of her eyes, drawn to her beauty and something that I can't explain what is it, specifically.

"A robber maybe? Besides, you were already sleeping." I managed to say defensively.

Her eyes turn into slits, yanking her injured wrist away from my hold winching simultaneously. "I've been living in this condo for long years I couldn't even remember and I haven't got rob yet, or heard anyone here who was robbed, as far as I remember." She widened her eyes at me and I just watch her, feeling entrance with her luscious lips moving as she spoke.

I wanted to taste those again.

I ignored the temptation. Now is not the right time. Her wrist has a possibility to swell if not treated well. "Wait here." I said as I stood up and strode hastily to her kitchen and rummage through her freezer for ice cubes or any ice packs.

I found her ice cube tray and popped two and ventured through her cupboards and drawers for any plastic bags. I found a zip lock from one of her drawer and pulled one.

I put the two ice cubes inside the ziplock and zip it as I walk back to the couch. Enna was sitting on the couch with her back leaning against the couch support. Eyes shut with her other hand holding the injured wrist.

I sat beside her and gingerly reach for her injured wrist and places the ice cube in a bag pressing it gently to her wrist with the mark of my palm. I crinkled my nose as I saw the big mark already settling on her flawless skin.

"I'm sorry." I said as I look at her peaceful face. She flicks her eyes open and gave me a small smile.

"It's fine." She said then look down on the ice.

I move the ice cube to another spot of her injured wrist and held it in place gingerly. "Did I wake you up?" I asked.

"No. I woke up since I have to pee and I remembered I didn't brush my teeth and I'm still wearing my dress. I had to change." She explains. Then she searches for my eyes. I met hers. "Why aren't you sleeping yet?" She asked momentarily as she straightens herself.

"I don't normally go to bed early. I only sleep a few hours." I responded nonchalantly.

She looks at me incredulously. "That's not healthy at all." She commented and I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Does still hurt?" I asked dropping the subject.

"No. It's fine." She mumbled as she pulled her hand back.

"Why do you sleep only a few hours, Gio?" My name sounds so sexy and sweet from her mouth. I love how it rolled in her tongue.

"I'm used to it." I answered briefly, drifting my eyes away.

"Will you sleep now if I will let you sleep in my bed with me?" She inquired as she shifted her body to face me.

It only dawned on me that she's wearing a chemise that's too short and she's not wearing a bra. Her pink swollen nipples are like waving to me, seeking for an attention, the silk fabric unable to hide the beautiful creations underneath.

My whole body burned with the sudden course of electrifying desire.

"I want to taste those fucking sweet tits." I mumbled as I touch the two magnificent erect nipples.

"Giovanni!" Enna shrieks as she swatted my hands.

"Oppsies!" I grinned sheepishly mixed with mischief when I realized what I just did, keeping my hands on me, for now.

She casts me an infuriated stare. "Urgh.. Pervert!" Enna stood up and march back to her room.

I stood up and followed her. Every step gives me a motivation. Desires heightening as I watch her sexy back. My eyes trailed down to her long legs and damn, what a nice sight. Then my eyes went back up and lingered on her ass.

Fucking dick. I'm in a deep shit!

Those asses were like a trophy. It was rounded and damn, my throbbing cock, liquid is seeping from it.

I needed her.

NOW!

She suddenly comes to halt and face me with a grim face. Her eyes are stormy and bring danger. "I will poke those eyeballs if you don't keep it off my ass!" She snaps, as she flung her hands on her hips.

I grunted but didn't say anything.

"You are not sleeping in my bed. I take it back!" She glared at me and then she swiftly turns on her heel and strutted back to her room.

She doesn't know that when she's mad, she only droves my desire to the edge.

She'll get used to Giovanni soon enough, who doesn't heed to any warnings.

I quickly reach her from behind and spun her around then pick her up and threw her over my shoulder gingerly. She squealed in surprise, startling her greatly. She flails her arms and body, with her legs kicking trying to get herself off me, but I held her tightly, not wanting her to fall.

I felt her small fist connected to my back and I chuckled.

"You son of a bitch!" She snarled loudly and I brush it off.

I quickly walk inside her bedroom and kick it shut.

Her flawless ass is almost kissing my face. God, it's so arousing. I found my lips kissing her exposed bottom cheek. "You've got nice ass, Bambolina," I said momentarily, spanking her ass playfully wanting to feel how toned it is just how it looks and she shrieked in horror. She stiffened and I burst into a fit of laughter trying to die down my pulsating cock, begging to dig into her sweet pussy.

"You didn't just kiss my ass?" She asked incredulously and I felt her body heated or was she blushing?

"Oh yes, I just did, Bambolina. I can't help it." I admitted playfully.

"Put me down, you pervert!" She screamed as she started kicking the air again and I almost drop her as I didn't expect it.

I walk to her bed and lay her gently on the bed and stood on the edge watching her as she push herself upward and then crawled out of the bed on the other edge and then walk to my direction with a sharp, deathly glare.

Gosh, I've never enjoyed a woman's company before, until now.

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A/N: Here you go.

I hope this makes up for the slow update.

I will try to update again tomorrow night.

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