Sweetest Amore

V E N T I C I N Q U E

— x.ᴅ.ʀ.

Sitting on a couch I watched as she fell into a peaceful sleep. Her chest rose with every breath and her lashes were touching her cheeks.

I can't believe that she remembered. She remembered the first time I told her about the mafia.

To be honest, I thought it's gonna be way worse than expected when I told her, but weirdly enough she takes it pretty okay. Don't get me wrong she was scared of me but not as much as the first time I told her.

I could feel her muscles tense in my hold when I told her and the way her voice keep shaking while she spoke to me. But then, when memories hit her, she relaxed a bit.

I'm just scared of her remembering everything. If that's to happen it definitely wouldn't end up good and that's what terrifies me. I'm scared for her wellbeing and our baby's. I wouldn't forgive myself if something was to happen to either one of them.

A knock on the door brought my attention to it. Getting up I slowly walked towards doors not wanting to wake Antea up. Opening the doors I was met with Dante's worried expression.

My brows pulled together in confusion and I stepped outside while pulling the door closed behind me.

"What is it?" I asked returning my eyes to him. He shook his head while running a hand through his hair and down a face.

"It's not good." He said as he pulled a letter out of his pocket and put it in my hand. "Look."

My confusion and concern only grew as I opened a letter and slowly pulled a paper out. Opening the paper one smaller piece fell on the floor right next to my leg. Bending down I picked a piece only to realize that it's a picture.

Looking at the picture my mouth went dry. There on a small piece of paper was a picture of Antea taking off of a plane with me holding her hand.

But that is not what made a fear shoot through my body, it's the fact that her whole head and stomach had small holes made probably with some kind of needle.

"What is this?" I demanded on which he shook his head and mumbled under his breath.
"Look at the letter."
Opening the paper in which was a picture I read it.

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Dorogoy Xavier,
Proshu proshcheniya za moy angliyskiy, on nachinayet rzhavet'.
Ty menya nedootsenivayesh'. Do you really think that you can keep her safe? From me? I'm not a bad guy in this story, you are. You destroyed that pretty, innocent girl's heart, well let's put it better you destroyed her till the end. Didn't you? Didn't she try to kill herself because of you? Bednaya dusha. She suffered so much with you. I heard that she lost her baby also. Izvini, your baby. Tell me how do you feel after you know that you killed your own child? Do you sleep at night? Ya takoy glupyy, she is pregnant, again, how could I forget that. But tell me.. is it yours or from one of the guys that had fun with her that night? Odnako, that's not why I'm writing to you. I know we talked with each other a couple of days ago but I needed poblagodarit' tebya for making my job here easier. You brought that girl to me on a silver plate. Why not start a game in honor of that? My way of thanking you for your effort. Odna kartinka stoit tysyachi slov.
(Dear... I'm sorry for my English, it's getting rusty... you are under resting me.. Poor soul.. I'm sorry.. silly me.. however... to thank you... A picture is worth a thousand words.)