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𝐃 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 • 𝐑 𝐔 𝐒 𝐒 𝐎

A week has gone by and everyone in the mafia knows about Alessia. I have been spending more quality time with her and Luna; going down by the lakes feeding the ducks, going out to eat at the restaurants and even cooking with my nan with Alessia tagging along.

My nan wasn't surprised to find out about Alessia, she felt it deep down just by looking at her that she was mine.

It's late now and all of the adults are staying up, drinking while the kids are tucked up in their beds.

"That was too funny." Sofia replies to Luna with a couple of giggles in between. I look at them both laughing away and find my brother looking at Justin with his teeth revealing themselves and the happiness.

Alessia has been demanding of stories and forehead kisses before she rests up for the night and Luna's boss won't stop calling her for updates on my mafia. Her exact words are 'Nothing to report yet.' I can tell with the hint of lie in her voice that she isn't telling the truth, so I hope that her boss can't tell either. It's probably sheriff of this city who is pretty shit at his job.

We're all still drinking from our cups as soon as Cameron comes in with a black eye. We all put our drinks down and Bruno and I instantly hook each others attention.

"Can we go to the office?" He asks, I nod and the three of us head up to the office. I open the door and get the wiff of leather and cinnamon. I shut the door behind us and my eyes dart to Cameron.

"It's the Black Eagle's, they're in Italy boss." He takes in a deep breath. I look at Bruno who suddenly doesn't have that toothy smile he did a few moments ago, his face is now covered in worry.

"Where abouts in Italy?" I dart my attention to Cameron but a large knock hammers down on the office door with tiny whimpers coming from behind the oak barrier.

Bruno opens the door widely and Violetta stands there with blood-shot eyes, the skin surrounding them have gone all puffy from the crying, but she can't seem to stop. Bruno picks her up and puts her into his arms, he holds her tight and attempts to calm her down.

"Tesoro, cosa c'è che non va?" [Honey, whats wrong]

"It was an accident, I don't know what happened, we're sorry!" She exclaims and continues to cry into Bruno. He looks at me with his dark orbs and sighs.

"What happened Violetta?" I get closer to her and take her hand in mine.

"We went outside because we were sad that you were having fun, it was my idea and Alessia wanted to... We did and then a car came by, they waved..." She sniffles, "They took Alessia." The words that stab my heart, its like the sentence twists and makes my heart bleed.

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I've been cooped up in my office for several hours, looking at the CCTV, trying to gain the licence plate. But it's no use, it's typically blurred on the system and there is no way to remove it.

Luna is devistated, she refuses to sleep, she's crying to Sofia right now. Violetta was exhausted after all of the tears she flooded out everywhere.

The anger is only just building within my body, someone's taken my little girl and I'll kill whoever it was. I close the laptop down and gather my jacket and phone.

I jog down the stairs and shout out throughout the house to where I'm off to, but I'm only responded by silence until I open the door.

"I'll come with you." Justin states in Italian, I nod and open the door wider.

We both get into the car and I start the engine, I exit out of the iron gates and begin to patrol the streets with Justin by my side.

"Have you still got the guns in the boot?" I look at him and nod. My arms are gripping the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles begin to whiten, Justin soon notices and mutters, 'We'll find her'. But the question is, how long will it take?

𝐋 𝐔 𝐍 𝐀 • 𝐆 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 𝐙

Sofia's arms are wrapped around me, providing me with the comfort I cannot accept.

The little girl I've been fighting for, for years has gone. The little girl who I've risked everything so that her safety is key. The tears don't stop streaming from my eyes, my little girl has been taken.

I look out of the window and wait for any news to arrive, whether it's from Dante, Bruno or Cameron who sits opposite us waiting on news. His black eye has now become so swollen, taking up the room of his sight.

"I'm sorry you got hit." I announce, he looks at me and sighs.

"I wasn't even here, I thought if I warned you as soon as I saw them at the bar... We would be prepared." He runs his fingers through his hair, his clothes are all messy along with multiple holes.

I just miss Alessia.

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It was the following day and there has been no news, its mid-day. Nearly a whole twenty four hours since we've lost Alessia. It's not like we can contact the police either, Jay will more than likely be leading, especially knowing that this city is full of mafia gangs.

Word clearly got out quicker than expected, now everyone knows about Alessia and Dante. I should've thought about her protection, knowing that if word gets out... She'd be in danger. And now she's gone.

I peak through the door and look at Dante through his office, I analyse the dark circles lodging under his eyes. He clearly hasn't been sleeping like me, he's probably just as worried as I am. Having something special and it then suddenly being ripped away from you.

I leave him to work on his laptop without disturbing him, but as soon as I turn around I'm grabbed my the wrist lightly and pulled behind a wall.

My eyes meet Draco's pale ones, yet also look like they haven't had a rest.

"How are you?" He asks, I nod my head without allowing any words escaping from my lips.

"I'm sorry." He mutters, I push away from him and let the distance enlarge between us but he turns and his eyes roam my face to find emotion.

"I didn't mean to let this get so far." He mumbles. I look at him with a glare, 'I didn't mean to?'

"What are you talking about Draco?" I ask and raise my brow. He grabs my wrist lightly again and pulls me further away, away from where the cameras could see us.

"What is going on Draco?!" I escape from his grasp and look at him with rage.

"I don't work for Dante, like you, I'm FBI. But not a good one." I look at him with shock. The man who has been obsessed and always there in front of me, is a dirty cop?

"Who do you work for?" I ask but he lets out a tiny snigger. I don't think he meant to, I believe his heart is in the right place... At least, that's what I thought.

"Now, I don't answer to you." The anger boils through my veins which only causes my skin to burn. I want to push him, force the words out of his mouth. But I can't.

"I suggest you own up for being a dirty cop and tell Dante who you work for, otherwise someone else will, and it won't be pretty." I announce, but this only causes Draco to step close to me.

"And here's me thinking I liked you." He scoffs. He pulls a cloth out from his pocket and comes running up at me, I try and back away but the darkness soon consumes me and I fall limp into Draco's arms, then lose consciousness.

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My swollen eyes wake up, I have no idea where I am but the smell of mould and dampness travels up my nostrils.

I attempt to rise up, but I notice the handcuffs wrapped around my writs and my ankles, I squirm but its no use. I cannot move.

I keep it low and hear Draco's husky voice from afar. He's speaking Russian. Which only causes me to panic and instantly think of the black Eagles...They're back, Alessia has gone, Draco has taken me... It all makes sense now.

"Rise and shine." His voice erupts through the cell, his face is behind the bars but on the more happier side of the basement. I look at him, right into the eyes, I don't dare look away, that's when you admit defeat and there is no way I'm backing down for some scum.

"What do you want Draco? Haven't you got enough? You greedy Russians want more, always. Couldn't just be Maria, couldn't be happy that Dante's grandfather passed, you just have to keep going." I scoff, but then receive the sudden wetness on my face, I can see the foam and I suddenly feel even more dirty than I did do just sitting in the cell.

"Can't you just be quiet?" He rolls his eyes and opens up the cell, only to walk closer and closer to me with the same cloth in his hands.