I had finally gotten to know about the CDM engravings on each piece of Amadio's house.

Cartella Della Morte (the cartel of death)

It made perfect sense given that they were Italians but Rey De Reyes definitely had a nicer ring to it.

"Of course it does. Wherever you are has the best ring to it."

I laughed against this cheeky man's lips as he once again kissed me.

"Do you have nothing to do beside kissing me? Like I don't know... Having a mafia to deal with?"

He just watched me, his tan olive skin glistening as the sun in the room shone on his biceps that were under his head as he laid on it, the white sheets sprawled around him.

His one hand pulled me on his waist and I let him because this man's love language was definitely physical touch.

Not that I'm complaining.

"What's on the agenda today, boss?" My feet dug beside him on the bed as I stared down at him.

I laughed a little before it died and my eyes widened and I immediately got off Amadio, searching for my hair tie around his room.

"Dio, I haven't still told my parents and my men are probably waiting for me wondering where I disappeared the fuck off to— where is this fucking tie?!"

"Here, gem." His soft hand caressed my disheveled self's cheek as I stopped from frantically turning his room upside down in search of my hair tie.

My eyes locked on my hair tie on his wrist and every worry dissipated. Eyes drifted forward to his eyes and my heart definitely smiled. His eyes were probably brighter than the fucking sun and a look he had in them — acquired just last night — told me everything and so much more about him.

"I love you." He always looked taken aback when I suddenly voiced out my truest feelings for him.

He did it again, gulping before handing me my hair tie and kissing my lips... Again. But for longer this time.

Kissing Amadio was better than physical touch with anyone. His touches, caresses, lips, made me feel alive. Like I was finally somewhere that I had always wanted to be in.

"I want to keep you here." I stood up from my crouched position and tied up my hair, looking in to his full body mirror. He hugged me from behind and I leaned against him.

Definitely a whore for hugs.

"You're a whore for hugs, Amadio."

He looked taken aback and blinked. I turned around, laughing and traced my nails against his naked chest.

"I have no idea if I should feel offended or complimented?" His head tilted to the side and I almost cooed.

"Complimented. Because I ain't just call anyone my whore. You're my whore—" he shut me up with a kiss.

"Stop saying that heinous word again and again."

"Why do you keep kissing me?"

"It shuts you up." I rolled my eyes and quickly got dressed.

"I'd leave now, baby." A pink tinged his cheeks and I descended the stairs, laughing.

"I'll finally have my peace and quiet." His voice came from above the stairs where he stood, his torso naked and sweatpants hanging low.

I definitely did not want to leave. But despite that, I turned around giving him a middle finger as I left. A smile soon formed on my lips at his booming laughter behind.

AMADIO VELVET:

"Have you found out who it was?"

Aldo looked staggering and it had been hilarious had it not looked utterly suspicious.

"I didn't find out but rather he told me."

"Who?"

"Antonio"

I bit the inside of my cheek, tightening my fists. "Fatto. mandalo nel mio ufficio. Ora." (Got it. Send him to my office. Now.)

I was in the middle of some paper work before a knock resounded the room.

"É appena accaduta una cosa molto insolita." I looked up at him, shutting the binder close. His diverted stare on my sudden Italian made me aware that he knew I was fuming and one wrong move and he'd be dead.
(a very unusual thing just occured.)

"Sei entrato nella mia stanza. Prese l'anello e lo diede a Marco. sì?" (You got into my room. took the ring and gave it to Marco. yea?) 

I was vague only because I knew there was no reason to beat around the bush when we were both aware of what was going on.

"L'ho fatto... ma—" (I did, but—)

"Con il permesso di chi?" (With who's permission?)

"Capo, respectfully but Marco already suspected you and asked of me to bring him the ring. I had no idea what it was for but I just handed him as he was the leader and he would have probably killed me—"

A cock of the barrel of a gun had him shutting up before a soft pop resounded the room and his hiss next.

"Chi dice che non farò lo stesso?" (Who's to say I won't do the same?)

He was quiet, his hand on the newly formed, bloody wound on his arm as his head remaind bowed.

"Devi rispondermi. Obbeditemi. Prova a cambiare le dinamiche da queste parti e il tuo braccio non sarà l'unica ferita che coprirai. Le tue mani finiranno le ferite su cui esercitare pressione. É chiaro?"

(You're to respond to me. Obey me. You try to change the dynamics around here and your arm wouldn't be the only wound you'll cover. Your hands will run out of wounds to apply pressure to. Is that clear?)

"Sì capo, mi scuso" (Yes capo, I apologize)

"Uscire." (Get out.)

He bowed once again and I placed the gun back, slamming the drawer shut.

The only reason he was living and breathing was because he had served me for long over a decade.

I bit down on my hand, pushing in the sobs as I stared at my own dirty black nails.

"Do you get it?!"

I meekly nodded, my entire young self shivering before the iron rod he beat me up with, fell in front of me with a clang.

A sudden thought I had, 'take the rod and slam it on his head from behind. Do it.'

But I quickly shut my eyes. I'd be stupid if I did that.

A boy beside Marco stared at me with his huge hazel eyes unlike mine, his own eye bags worse than mine, his dark blonde hair messy with dirt.

He looked like he wanted to say something with the amount of tears he had in his eyes, but all he did was muffle them as  I has done mine and he was thrown in the cell adjacent to mine.

"Stay here and teach him what I had been teaching you all this time. You hear, Amadio?"

"Sí, Marco." He gave a hum, his ginger beard the only place I always looked at. I hated him to even look into his eyes.

"W-what's your name?" A soft whisper as soon as he left. I rubbed a fallen tear off and my muscles tensed.

"Didn't you just hear?"

He suddenly looked ashamed as he cowered back.

"M-my left ear was blasted in the explosion, Marco c-caused in my h-house.... I couldn't h-hear properly."

I looked at his black and stitched ear.

Something in my heart stinged and I hissed catching his attention.

"What is it?!" He gripped the bars tight as I eased the sting by rubbing it.

It was only now I was staring at him and just how short he was compared to me as he came not even half the size to his cell. While I did.

"Amadio. What's yours?"

"Antonio."