ALESSANDRO'S POV

I felt the cold air rush into my skin, travelling through my clothes, breathing in the pure oxygen. I enjoyed each second of it from the bottom of my heart. I will never understand how people don't have an attachment to cold weather, they hold so much meaning, effect. I love that excitement, filling my body at the feeling of the air rushing through my veins, making small tickles down my body along with light chills.

I watched Venom reach her left hand on the radio, playing soft music, Roslyn. This song, how did she. I cut myself off, letting it go. This song meant a lot to me. Whenever I was mad, upset, up, this song would take all the tense, anger, that filled my body slowly and go away. Leaving me with the feeling of relaxation, the one that gives you hope, knowing you will make it through.

I looked over at Venom, I watched her hair fly up in the air out of the window, it is beautiful. I couldn't deny that she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I always talk about her work, talents, my admiration for her ways and how smart she is, but I never forgot how alluring she is and how her features are so distinctive.

Everything about her is so special, so unique. She's different, way different from what I thought. When I first saw her that night at the bar, all I could think was just a normal girl who turned into a psychopath. I chuckled in a low voice at my thought, it's crazy when I look at it.

Four years Alessandro, four years and here you are. Took us that long to find each other again. I was proud that instead of wanting her dead, sending all my men after her, I chose to get to know her. Make her feel welcomed into a world she only took hate from.

Only if people knew, sat down and took a second to just look into her eyes for a couple seconds. You will see that no matter how many ruthless things she did, the amount of men she killed, there was still a person in there.

I might not know her, nor be able to know her as a person but I'm sure no matter who she is as a person, I will be just as amazed, admiring everything this woman could possibly do.

I was cut off from my thoughts by a vibration in my left pocket. I searched down my pocket for my phone. I glanced at the screen, it's my father. I let my eyes land on Venom, she was staring out of the window yet again, resting her arms on the door. I looked back at the screen and hit the answer button. "Torna subito a casa" [translate: come home right now] and just like that he hung up.

Thoughts started rushing into my head again. This time, they're wonders on what he could possibly want from me. My eyes widened, Adriano.

I shook the thought off, Adriano wouldn't tell my father about Venom unless I told him too. And here was my second problem. Whenever my father makes these lovely sudden calls, it's something important. I can't take Venom to my father, he will blow up in his own place. Only if I knew why he wanted her dead so bad, I would have helped him.

I would ask him years ago, why he was so desperate to find her, get the slightest information about her and he would ignore me like I'm some sort of a ten years old asking for him to get me milk. This all would have been easier if he once thought about anyone other than himself. I understand being selfish for a couple things but he would send out men, getting them killed for his own good. He never thought about these men and their families. How much it would affect them, how much pain it would leave for many years. He never thought about anyone's emotion. He would step on people, only caring about his satisfaction.

Memories filling my head, making my blood boil. Every mess was because of my father. Every step I would make, would get torn down because he didn't like it or feel amused by it so why would I care about his feelings. Why would I give a singular fuck about what he thought or how he would react. If he has the guts to touch Venom, he would have to go through her then me.

Venom was able to hide from his bullshit for years. Killing his men one by one, making a mafia leader desperate, shaking in anger to catch just one person.

She had this effect on him, whenever she is mentioned around any place, he would get furious, extremely infuriated. Same effect Emilion had, by being the second. That's why I made it all connect, ending up with Venom being both these people. She was the only one who made two of the most powerful men get weak, just by the mention of her name. A simple name that was picked twenty four years ago.

Fuck it.

I pushed harder on the gas brake, not caring what I'm about to do, who I am about to face. If my father wanted her dead. I will be bringing her to him.

She will stand right in front of him, in front of years of his failure and not be able to touch a singular hair of hers. I didn't hesitate to take Venom there, she can take the whole house if she wants to.

I watched her from the side of my eye rest her back on the chair, running her hands through her hair, trying to calm it down a little bit. But the air kept messing with it. I felt my lips curl into a small smile, feeling Venom's eyes land on me which made me turn my head to her side, looking into her eyes. I saw something delightful twinkle in her eyes, something I can't describe but I'm sure it was absolutely angelic. Seeing her eyes lighten up had a serious effect on me and I'm not bothered by it in any way, they're worth it.

I drove with one hand on the wheel, resting the other one of my left thigh while focusing, deeply into her eyes. They're the type of eyes that would pull you, make you attached so hard till the point you can't let go.

I loved how she's up for anything, she held eye contact without any second thoughts nor ready to give it up. This eye contact held so much tension, meaning. She was finally looking at me without disgust, that look that made me feel invisible to her. I felt like she's finally seeing me, seeing through me. As if she is searching for something she has been looking for years. She's looking deeply in hope of reaching her destiny, just like I was.

As long as I wanted this moment to last. I noticed my parents house, giving full attention to the house. I saw her look at it as well. I got us through the gates and right before I parked the car, I was going to ask her if she's okay with this. But before I could utter a word, I saw her grab the handle of the door and get out of the car. That was enough to answer my question.

She led the way, walking up the couple stairs before the main doors. She stood in front of the doors, waiting for me. I was standing next to her, we shared a quick look before I rang the bell. The nice servant opened the door for us. She greeted me with a smile, leading us to the living room, she must be new.

We sat down on the coach, leaving enough and
comfortable space between each other. I heard the footsteps of my father on the stairs. I took a deep breath in, here we go.

I looked at Venom one last time and stood up from my seat, waiting for my father. Enzo Santoro, my beloved father. Took over the Italian mafia from the age of eighteen, leading it for twenty years. Won twice against the Russian mafia, killing one of their leaders. His work was pretty impressive for sure, yet selfish.

I got out of my thoughts due to his presence. He was standing in front of me. I got my height from my father so I was taller than him by a couple inches. He took his eyes off me, laying them on Venom. "Pensavo ti piacesse Angela" [translate: I thought you liked Angela] he said looking back at me, with a smirk on his face.

"This is Venom, Venom Antonio"

I watch his whole face drop, as if his whole world was falling, slowly and painfully. I found myself smirking. Like father, like son.

The feeling of desire filled my body. After all these years, seeing my father for the first time appalled was quite satisfying. It was a big deal for him, seeing his son unite with the woman he has been searching for most of his leadership. I have seen him late at night in his office, searching, craving for any detail about her and he would be left alone with nothing. I'm glad he never told me. I would have believed his lies, his manipulation to sacrifice my life for him to get what he wants.

His head turned back to me, his eyes filled with anger. He looked at me in a glower way, making it obvious for me to see. He was good at hiding his emotions but now he wasn't able to gather the strength to conceal half of what he felt.

I knew that feeling, only difference, I learned to hide it no matter what, something he can't do. He kept his gaze intensity on me as if I stabbed him, betrayed him, took down everything he spent his whole life building. And I simply, truly don't care.

I stood straight, looking back at him with no regrets. I waited for this moment and I was finally living it. It took him a while to lower his eyes, probably to not explode. I almost chuckled loudly at my thought, don't worry I held it in. He took a seat in front of Me and Venom, waiting for me to explain. However, I wasn't planning to.

"You needed me" he met my eyes again, his eyes darken at those three simple words. God I am enjoying this, maybe a little bit too much. I could hear his words through his eyes, telling me I'm not his son anymore. I betrayed the mafia and I am a fool for following her games. As fast as I could figure his words, I let them slide out of my head just as fast.

I looked at him with pleasure all over my face, waiting for his response. He suddenly stood from his seat, walking towards the stairs. "I will be right back" I whispered softly to Venom before following my father upstairs.

I reached the second floor, noticing my father walking through the hallway, heading to his office. I kept following him until I stood in front of the door of his office as well. He twisted the knob, revealing the room I hated from the bottom of my heart. It's crazy how you could have this much abhor towards four walls. I walked in behind him, shutting the door closed.

We sat in front of each other in silence. I watched him reach his desk, grabbing a couple of papers. I focused my eyes on him, waiting for any word, anything. He lifted his eyes from the papers he was holding, looking at me. I knew where this was going, he wouldn't talk about it. He doesn't have anything to say, she's working with me now. He doesn't have the right to discuss my decision nor my business. It's my mafia now, he might have connections and I send him help to catch whoever he wants, but he has no control over my mafia. He's well respected, yet not enough.

"Are you being followed" I titled my head to my left, pausing for a moment. What does he mean. "Just say yes or no" I focused on him for a few seconds before answering with a no. He went back at his papers, giving me a sign we're done here. I stood from my chair, exchanging a small nod. I turned my body, heading to the door. "stai attento" [translate: watch out].

I looked back at him, from the corner of my eyes before leaving the room. I walked through the hallway, rethinking my father's words. I couldn't wrap it around my head, he called me here to ask if I'm being followed. And being the father he is, of course he won't explain, utter a singular word. If he wanted to help he would have opened that mouth of his instead of looking down through useless work he can't get done.

I tighten my grip, clenching my jaw, not now Alessandro. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, taking control over my temper. I walked down the stairs, ready to take Venom and go back home. 

I arrived at the living room to an empty couch. First thought that came into my mind was that she simply left like she always does, but I had this gut feeling to keep looking even though I got the same gut feeling telling me she left.

I took off from the living room, heading to the kitchen. I saw two glasses placed on the kitchen counter, only my parents live here. I left the kitchen area, looking around the rest of the house. I have been walking in circles for ten minutes, she's nowhere to be found. I was ready to give up when I heard my mother's voice coming from the backyard, maybe she saw her. I stepped closer to the glass doors that led to where she was. I watched my mother walking around the pool, talking to someone but I couldn't see them.

I got in through the doors, revealing my mother standing in front of Venom, pointing out her features. I sighed in relief, at least she didn't leave.

I watched my mother admire every inch of Venom, her eyes, her hair, her height, her nails, her style, even her eyebrows. I chuckled at my mother, feeling every word she's saying. I know what it feels like to look at her, and just stand there staring at her, noticing every small detail. The more you look at her, the more she gets better.

I stood there, staring at Venom, letting my mothers words travel through my mind, hitting deep into my heart.

My attention went back to my mother "Okay, that's enough" I said, feeling my lips curl into a smile. Both of them looked at me, Venom with a straight face and my mother with excitement all over her face. I giggled at my mother, she's never that happy to meet someone. I somehow feel her.

Unfortunately we had to leave before my mother kidnapped Venom and made her live with them.

We walked out of the doors, of course my mother came out with us. We got into Venom's car, watching her wave us a goodbye from the front doors. I lifted my hand, waving back and took off.

The car ride was silent, as usual Venom was resting her arms, staring out of the window while I let my thoughts fill in the silence. They kept taking me back to my mothers reaction, it's so precious. My mother was my biggest supporter, my only friend. She would confront me every night when my father would yell at me, telling me I am a failure, a waste of time. She would sit by my side, reminding me that one day, I will be able to stand in front of him, in front of the words that made my life miserable, making me think twice of who I am. I never knew how a kindhearted woman like my mother ended with a ruthless man like him. What did she see in him, I have no idea.

Although I'm thankful for her, she was the only person who believed in me and showed it. She was truthful to me and herself. She was the only woman I respected before Venom came along.

I turned my head to Venom's side, letting out a breath that had been stuck in my lungs for a long time. It was loud enough to make her turn her head, giving me her full attention, looking at me with a thoughtful stare. One of my favorite things about her was, she never thinks twice, never hesitate. She goes for it saying fuck it. Other women would look away, shy and reddish all over their faces. But Venom, she looks at me, deeply, searching for the same thing I am looking for.

She felt it, just like I did. She held this challenging look in her eyes, telling me she's ready for anything. She is so marvelous, delicate, and mostly a fucking badass. She walks into fire without fear of the future. She becomes the fire, a fear, the one who sets horror in the hearts of anyone who tries to fuck with her.

Her ways, her independence, everything made her mighty. Looking into her eyes is graceful, so angelic. The way they would reflect me when I look deep into them. Every time I look into her eyes, I get lost in them. I never want to stare, but I find myself not wanting to look away either. Words were useless, her eyes spoke volume.

True beauty is not outer appearance, it's located in the heart and soul, reflected in one's EYES.

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