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I can't eat, sleep or breathe properly. Not only had Alessia been taken, but Luna too. My heart feels like it's hanging on its last string, and it'll only take one more problem until that string snaps and my heart is crushed.

Looking on the CCTV was still of no use, where Luna had been taken there was no cameras avaliable. Which only caused my anger to burn through my veins more, I missed them. I never used the feeling or admitted the sence of missing. Ever since my mother had been killed in front of me, I didn't think I could miss anyone ever again. She was my mother, I looked up to her. I loved her. I still do, but she is no longer here, she would've loved Alessia and Luna herself.

I run my fingers through my hair and tug on the roots with frustration, the air around me was dull and thin, with the lack of enthusiasm and happiness. It lacked Luna and Alessia. The daughter I never knew of but suddenly came to love so quickly.

The feeling of loss tugged inside of my body, my eyes become blurry and I small drop of liquid falls from my eye. I wipe it away angrily and force myself out of my chair.

I jog down the stairs pulling on the banister and bump into Bruno who is talking away to Justin and Cameron. Cameron's wounds have nearly healed.

"Hey boss, is there any new updates? We've found some movement near Enzo's restaurant." I nod and look at Bruno who is agreeing with Cameron.

"Get Enzo under the radar, send him a message and we'll meet him there." Bruno nods and walks away, Cameron waits for any other orders while I scratch my overgrown stubble.

"Just keep tracking down movement, all CCTV." He nods and walks off in the opposite direction.

A sigh releases from me, I'm lost, I don't know what to do.

A few moments after moping, a feel feminine hands rise on my shoulder and a cheek rest on the other shoulder, her sigh is much more silent than mine, but still there. "We'll find them Dante." Sofia's voice seems so sure, to the point I'm believing her.

"I hope so."

ยท ยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยท๐–ฅธยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยท ยท

Enzo and I walk through his office and both take seats at his desk.

"I appreciate you letting us look through your CCTV." I begin the conversation, trying to ease myself in for whatever it is I'm about to hear.

"I only informed you as one of my waitresses heard commotion outside near the bins, screaming, crying. Low voices." He sighs. When we were all a bit younger, Enzo's hair had been spiked up high, his eyes piercing with bright light. But since the news has erupted across the globe, my family have had no sleep. We've not rested, not even enjoyed a nice meal.

"Luckily for you, that waitress is very nosey, was going to fire her a week ago, but just as well I didn't. She took some pictures using her phone. I think you'd want to look at this." Enzo passes the woman's phone over the desk, I swipe left on the screen and see a full head of blonde hair, it's only the back but I instantly know its Luna's.

I keep scrolling and Draco's features soon appear in the picture, my grandfather always said we had a rat among us, we finally know who it is... But unaware to where he is. In the image I look closer, he's feeding Luna but having his mouth wide open, probably shouting at her. The blood in my veins only grows quicker and the heat almost makes my cells dry out. Mother fucker.

"Thank you Enzo." I get up out of my chair. He nods at me and sighs, "We'll find them Dante." I nod and walk out of the restaurant picking myself a needed coffee before I left.

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Days have passed now, other than some CCTV footage there has been no other clues to where my girls are. It's late, evening in fact. We've spent all day patrolling Italy. Everyone is tired, but we haven't stopped. I dread to think what condition they're in, are they being looked after? Even though the Russians are ruthless, horrible.

Are Luna and Alessia even together? Or are they kept separately? I know that if they were together Luna wouldn't let anything bad happen to her daughter, but does that mean she may be dead trying to protect her daughter? I run my hands over my face and pick up my half drank whiskey glass, I throw it across the hallway and watch as it shatters across the painting.

"Boss!" Justin exclaims, I turn around with bloodshot eyes.

"Outside, now!" I don't usually take demands from my men, I usually question them before doing so, but I decide to listen to Justin, throw myself out of the chair and run outside.

The garden was massive, but it wasn't difficult to witness the blonde hair all ruined on the grass. My heart sinks just by the state of her.

I throw myself down on my knees and take her shivering body into my arms. She's wearing normal clothes, leggings and a long jumper, and sunglasses across the bridge of her nose.

I pick up her weight and carry her inside of the house, I try not to move her too much just in case she is hurt, but by the state of her at the moment, she seems fine.

I place her on the sofa and examine the state of her clothes, ripped, covered in dirt. I suddenly hear the sound of paper moving. I slip my hand in her jumper pocket and pull out a letter. 'For Dante'.

I sigh and begin to open the letter, but Luna's sudden movements causes me to put the letter down.

"Hey are you okay?" I put a pillow behind her head and she tilts her head up at me. I attempt to take the sunglasses off of her face but she shakes her head and places her hands on top of mine, not allowing me to take them off.

"Zaffiro, let me take them off." She puts her hands down and I quickly take them off myself, I remove them and witness the lump on her right eye, the purple bruising providing us with information with the fact that this is a new bruise. I feel like shit, and the blood is boiling in my veins again.

"What the fuck?" I stand up and run my fingers through my hair.

"He touched you!" I exclaim, "Where else did he touch you? I swear to god."

She sits up and pulls her hand out to reach mine. "Dante I'm okay." She announces, but I know she is lying. Her eyes are so puffy and bloodshot, she's tearing up. I pull her close to me and put her head to my chest and begin to talk to her.

"I'm going to kill him for laying a hand on you."

ยท ยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยท๐–ฅธยท โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ยท ยท

Hours had past and I had washed Luna in the bath and got her in bed, she's asleep now, still moving but I assumed it would be safer if she slept close to me.

I sat on bottom of the bed in nothing but cotton shorts, I be careful to ensure I don't sit on Luna's feet and pull the letter close to me that I found in Luna's jumper.

I open it up and begin to read.

You will never find her Dante, keep looking, keep looking at CCTV, you will never find your precious daughter.

-D

I sigh and throw the letter across the room, I would go through CCTV now, hunt the grounds again, but my men are already on it and tonight I need to be there for Luna.

I close the bedroom door and turn off all of the lamps that are illuminating the room, I sigh and open up the duvet and lay next to Luna.

"Please stay with me tonight." She whispers, I smooth her skin and hold her hand. They're dry and yet soft at the same time, dry from the lack of washing she has had, but soft from the bath I gave her earlier, she begins to stir but suddenly the air falls silent again.

I look at her and decide to pull Luna close to me, she walked into my life as a spy of some sorts, walked into my life and brought me a daughter I never thought I had, I never thought I could be happy. But I was when the news fell right to my feet, Alessia was mine and Luna was the mother to our daughter.

I pull her close to me and I kiss her forehead.

"I think I may be in love with you Luna Gomez." I whisper the insanity. But I look at her again, watching her expressions as she rests, her breathing all steady and relaxed.

"I know I love you."

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