MAFIA'S BRIDE (Mafia Bride)
Chapter 6: The Little Girl of the Savior
The Little Rescue Girl
In the dark of his sleeping room, Orlando's body squirms small. The heavy rain and the sound of lightning outside apparently made the man sleep less soundly. He seemed to be having nightmares, like the nights before and the nights he had spent his entire life.
He returns to the events of eighteen years ago, when he and his father were at the home of a mafia foe for business negotiations. Orlando, who was seventeen at the time, had learned to do business in the style of a mafia organization run by his father. He went with his father to Luca's residence, and followed the negotiation process.
Everything was okay at first. The two mobsters, who have been hostile for more than ten years, agree to do business together regardless of past events. But suddenly there was a heated debate after one name was launched. Maria.
Unexpectedly Luca's forces attacked first. Inevitably, San Dominic ordered his troops to advance to attack Luca's forces. The situation was already quite run down with a hail of bullets surrounding Luca's house. Orlando, who was too young at the time, ran without direction and entered into a small warehouse-like building. He hid there and waited for his father's army to come to the rescue. However, his existence is known to Luca, who has a grudge for his birth.
“You're the son that Maria was born with?” Luca came with a gun in his hand. Fires of anger, such as jealousy and hurt, filled his eyeballs staring at Orlando Dominic. Luca crouched down to align his gaze with Orlando who was sprawled because his leg was shot.
“I don't know who my mother is,” Orlando replied with fear.
Luca smiled grinningly. “Maybe because she didn't want to give birth to you. Since you should never have been born,” his sigh with a grin. Then he pointed the tip of his gun right over Orlando's forehead. He pulled the trigger, ready to launch a bullet.
“Papa!”
The voice of a little girl called out. Luca hastily removed his gun from Orlando's forehead. No matter if he was a mobster who had killed many people, in front of his daughter's eyes he could not kill someone.
“Honey, why are you out?” pekik Luca saw his seven-year-old little daughter walking over. In the little girl's grasp, there was a grain of pine flowers that were already dry.
“Papa, I can't sleep because there is a commotion,” confided the little girl while glancing right into Orlando's eyes
“Come, follow papa in.”
Luca immediately stood up and held his daughter's small hand. He took the little girl away from the man he had almost killed because of jealousy.
As Sambari walked away, the little girl turned towards Orlando. He smiled sweetly, as if a hint was that the girl had deliberately stopped her father's murder. His eyes were as clear green as a sea of emeralds. How sweet a smile. Orlando saw purity emanating on the little girl who apparently knew she was about to be killed by her father. And, before the girl got further away, she threw her dried pine flower towards Orlando.
Orlando picked up the dried pine flower without taking his eyes off the little girl of his savior. The days after, the little green-eyed girl always popped up in Orlando's dreams. It was like the sound of ocean waves. And until this moment the girl still continues to tease.
Her nightmares about the shooting always ended beautifully and peacefully thanks to the little green-eyed girl. The dream that was originally bad, turned out to be beautiful and reassuring. Orlando slept peacefully accompanied by the sounds of rainstorms and lightning, as well as the little girl whose smile of purity lingered in his memories. The man is getting louder. At least before all the other nightmares came.
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In her bedroom, Meryn appears unable to sleep. His eyes could not be closed even though he wanted to try to sleep. He can only turn his body back on the bed. While continuing to think about every sentence that was thrown from the mouth of the mafia.
Why did he feel so disturbed by everything that the man said? Meryn's little heart felt like it was on the edge of a cliff. Something made him so uncomfortable. It was as if there was something he was trying to deny in his memory.
But, who was De Luca, the name that Orlando mentioned? It was as if the current Meryn was not the Meryn he knew. It was as if the man knew a big secret that Meryn didn't know about herself.
Meryn got out of bed. There is something strange about his memory that was lost when he was ten years old. There is an ebsar secret that his family is hiding. And maybe Orlando, who said ‘I killed them for you’ knows the secret.
After a long thought Meryn walked out of her room. The hallway is dark. He only heard the sound of rain. And a flash of lightning visible from a glass window.
Meryn walks among the dark of Dominic's castle at night. In each corner of the room, he saw the guards, most of whom slept sitting.
In the darkness, Meryn sneaks into a room she knows as Orlando Dominic's bedroom. The only bedroom is located on the fourth floor of this castle.
Meryn's arrival to the room was so quiet. He left his joints in his bedroom earlier so that his steps could not be heard.
On the bed, the man seemed to be sleeping. His eyeballs behind the crackers twitched, his body rising several times. It seems he was dreaming. Meryn ignores the man, and searches for the weapon Orlando used to kill.
Meryn searched inside all the drawers. But there's no. Slowly his hands reached into the clothes hanging on the pole. But there is also no. He turned to Orlando, looking at the pillow under the man's head.
He walked slowly to the bed. Very slowly he slipped his hand under Orlando's sleeping pillow, looking for a weapon to threaten the man and force him to tell Meryn everything he knew.
At least that plan was in Meryn's head when looking for the gun that used to be used Orlando Dominic. He wanted to threaten the man to tell him everything that happened.
Meyrn's hand went deeper. He felt a hard object under Orlando's pillow. Just before he grabbed the thing, his hand was gripped.
“You looking for this, Honey?”
Deftly the man pulled the gun under the pillow and pointed it at Meryn's chin. Meryn. Since when did the man wake up? His mind wondered as he held back his fierce heartbeat.
“Since when did you wake up?” desus lirih Meryn's. He was not afraid to see the gun. He was getting used to the gun. No more fear when I see it.
“Since I smell your body.”
Orlando pulled Meryn's waist and instantly made Meryn roll over on the bed with him. In an instant, Meryn was already lying on the bed. He lay under Orlando's body, clutching both hands, with the gun still sharpened on his chin.
“You snuck yourself into my room. Don't blame me for what's going to happen after,” sighed softly at the man while using his gun to caress Meryn's face.
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