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𝐃 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 • 𝐑 𝐔 𝐒 𝐒 𝐎

Bruno's face is full of fury, I can feel the anger already radiating off of his body.

"Why the fuck would you put her in there Dante?" He runs his fingers through his hair and tugs at his scalp.

"Justin attacked her." He admits, I look at my brother and feel the anger boiling within my body, my body is becoming hotter and hotter with each second that goes past.

"He..." I couldn't even express my words, I couldn't get them out.

"He attacked her?" I raise my brow and ball up my fists, I'm furious. Bruno nods with hesitation. I look at him and push my way pass him.

I run down the mental stairs and watch as Justin finishes his glass of whiskey with ice. I pick up Justin by the collar and shove him and his body against the wall.

"You attacked her?!" I shout in his face.

"Boss-" But my fist is already collided with his jaw, I watch as he uses his hand to hold his jaw into place and watch me with wonder in his eyes.

"Non colpiamo le donne!" [We don't hit women]

I shove Justin against the wall and walk away as he begins to cough.

Bruno looks at me and follows me into my office.

"What was that?" He asks and sits on the leather seat, staring at me blankly with his eyes wide. I take in a deep breath and covery busted knuckles from the wall a few days ago, and now Justin's jaw.

"We don't hit women Bruno..." I sigh. He looks at me with pity, I take in a deep breath and watch as his eyes look down to the floor, feeling a similar emotion to what I'm feeling.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Bruno's voice, it was soft and barely there. It wanted to be a whisper. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, tugging hard at my scalp.

I look at him and bluntly say "No."

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It's midnight and I already know I won't be sleeping tonight, so a shower is on the cards.

I open up my en-suite door and shut it straight behind me, not allowing any other air into the room with me.

I turn the shower knob and let the water flow down and dampen my body.

Tilting up my head only allowed the water to flow down quicker, my scalp was now soft and my hair is darker.

I use the body wash and massage it into my rough skin. I take in a deep breath and find my mind roaming around to several different things. Luna, the fact Justin attacked her. I dread to even think the state she might be in. I sigh and put my forehead against the black tiles.

After the shower I wrapped the white cotton towel around my waist and let the drips run down my torso.

A knock arrives on my door, not startling me in the slightest. I roll my eyes and open up my door widely to see my father standing there with his arms crossed.

"Dante." He says sternly, looking at me and running his gaze from my bare feet to the rest of my bare body, only having a towel hiding all of the secrets on the lower half of my body.

"What are you doing here?" I ask and cock up my brow, I don't have much of a relationship with my father, not that I'm complaining.

The silence is almost agonising, we stand here, staring at one another blankly "Get dressed, meet me down stairs." He demands and I close the door in his face, who is he to demand?He's had all of those years of controlling me, now is not his time.

I turn and find the first things to wear, some sports clothes. I slid a fresh clean of boxers over my bare body and hide everything in sight. I then cover it all with my vest and my shorts.

Jogging downstairs was the last thing on my mind at midnight, I saw Bruno exit out of the basement and it only made me wonder where he had been.

I walk closer to my brother and whisper without my brother hearing, "Why did you go in there?" I cock up my brow at him, but he looks back at me, clueless.

"Well, she needed to eat. Didn't she?" He answers smugly, rolling his eyes at me. A reminder never went off in my mind that she did need to eat, and no one has been feeding her, other than now.

"What did she say?" I ask, unsure why.

Bruno looks at me clueless to why I have asked such a thing, he looks deeply at me and simply mocks me. "Thanks?" He chuckles.

"What else could she say? 'please let me out?'" He rolls his eyes, "Justin scared her enough and you indimidate her." Bruno walks off into the living room and leaves me standing alone in front of the stair case.

I follow not long behind and watch as my father is sat on the sofa with his hands crossed over one another, he looks up at me without a smile.

"How are things going for the pair of you? I heard about the shooting... What was that all about?" My father's eyes gazed at my brother and I. But we say nothing.

Instead, my gaze hits my brother, waiting for him to put his five eggs in and break the ice. But he doesn't. His face is blank and unreadable.

I roll my eyes and cough my way through the silence, "Sniper." I announce.

My father's eyes stare at me sternly and begin to blink rapidly, the sweat was already sliding down my back causing singular drips to drain through my vest.

"A sniper?" His eyebrow raises and Burno takes a seat to my right, clearly staying out of the conversation.

"Yep, they shot through Bruno's office, so we've had to close the building for a few weeks and speak to the police."

"For a few weeks?" I nod at my father's words and I can't tell what he's feeling, there is no emotion on his face.

He scoffs, "Do you have any idea what you've caused? In fact, why did this happen... Hm?" He cocks up his brow and uses his palms to help him off of the sofa, but Bruno and I stare at him blankly, confused with what words we should say, or if we should even say anything at all.

Seconds pass even though they feel like minutes and the silence is still there, creeping up on us to force the words out of us one way or another. My father stares at Bruno for a few moments then stares at me, expecting an answer straight away.

"Well, Bruno here decided to hire some assistant." I drag Bruno into the mess, considering he's not saying anything anyway.

"An assistant?" My father's brow feathers up again but this time it was full of curiosity, he looks at Bruno with his orbs and demands an answer... Silently.

"Was this shooting to do with this assistant you hired Bruno?" He walks towards Bruno and stares down at him, my brother takes in a deep breath and nods with hesitation.

My father releases another scoff and its safe to say there is no smile painted across his face."You could've cost us, everything... All for an assistant you didn't need. Do you understand what mess you have caused?"

"I understand."

"So, this new assistant, where are they now?"

"Downstairs, in the basement." Bruno answers and I glare at him.

My father looks and Bruno and I, his steps pace to the entrance of the basement, the door soon opens and he is already jogging down the stairs.

Bruno and I chase after him and watch as he stands in front of the prison like cell, watching as our prisoner lays down, facing the wall.

"This the assistant?" He cocks up his brow and opens up the cell.

"Dad." Bruno says but it's too late, he's in the cell and standing, staring at Luna. It's hard to make out what he's feeling. Or even thinking at this moment in time.

Luna suddenly moved and sits up staring at the three men who is standing in front of her, her eyes blink rapidly and she rubs the remaining sleep from her eyes.

"What's going on?" Her sleepy voice asks, my father looks at us with horror in his eyes.

"Did you attack her?" My father immediately has his eyes set on mine, knowing full well Bruno would never even hit a woman, the thought would never even cross over his mind. I state over at Luna and watch as the blue ring is already circled around her eye.

"Did I attack her?" I mimick and scoff. "No I didn't fucking attack her, I don't hit women." I roll my eyes and stroll back up the stairs almost finding it difficult to look at my father.

I leave them be downstairs, knowing that Luna is definitely in safe hands with non-violent men. Unlike me, apparently.

"Dante! I'm sure he didn't mean it like that." My brothers voice approaches behind me, pulling me back, I turn and look at my brother deeply.

"I wouldn't hit a woman, he's sick to even think that." The annoyance in my voice is pure, the anger is running through my blood and boiling over.

I take in a deep breath and hold the banister for support and jog up the stairs, away from everyone.