A fucked up mafia romance :')
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I put one and one together. "Fuck", Leonid realizes too. We immediately sprint towards the hidden place we keep her. The guards Salut their king as I walk in.
"Miss me already?"...
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"Drop the gun little one"
Lev slowly took steps towards the petrified child.
"NO! STOP!"
The little boy screamed, his shaking fingers on the trigger.
Lev froze. His calm eyes not daring to look away from the kid. He held his hand up signaling his men to lower their weapons.
"What's your name?", he asked the boy politely.
The little boy kept quiet but his big eyes was telling stories.
"I see", Lev answered relaxed giving his best not to scare the kid to death.
"Ri-", the little guy mumbled, "Ricardo".
"Nice to meet you Ricardo".
And there I saw it for the first time.
The smile. His smile. A genuine smile unlike any other. The wrinkles around his light eyes and the cute dents perfectly accentuating his godly features. Dimples that I didn't even know of until this very moment.
"And how old are you?"
"Eight", the little boy answered with his brittle voice.
"Mmh?"
The man that we had been watching all night slowly gained back consciousness.
"MMHH!?"
He started yelling as he examined the scene before his eyes.
"MMHHH!"
This man whose name I wasn't even told was laying on the cold ground under Leonid's black leather boot. Tied up and duct taped.
The kids eyes rapidly shifted from heavenly smiling Lev to the man moving like a worm who was desperately trying to escape Leonid's ruthlessness but Leonid kept dragging him back to his former place. Soon later, pointing a gun to the man's head which made the man instantly shut up and lay still.
Leonid was patiently waiting for Lev's order.
Just like all of us.
Suddenly, one of Lev's men standing in the shadows impulsively jumped towards the little boy.
Peng!
The boy instantly pulled the trigger as he startled. The force of the bullet making the man fall on his broad back. The blood gradually spreading on his stomach. His white shirt dyeing to the colour of sweet wine.
He looked like a fallen angel.
"No!"
The little boy screamed, the dangerous metal slipping out of his sweaty hands. Lev utilized that moment and just in seconds he kicked the gun to Diego and took the kid in his strong arms, reassuring him that it wasn't his fault and that everything was going to be okay.
