Mafia's Little Dove

hot shattered

nd estate, reverberating off the

. His father, the mighty and merciless Don Montenegro, lowered his smoking g

na's

open, frozen in eternal terror. Blood pooled beneath h

nd death. Rocco couldn't move. His chest rose and fel

sound escaped. His wide, tear-filled eyes darted b

isn't

. His sharp features were carved from stone, his expression

Rocco flinched at his father's v

d what kind of man I am-would be the moment she died." His father stepped c

" Rocco's tiny fists c

whisper, but it cracked under the weight of his emotions. H

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's a problem that h

Rocco w

sabela Montenegro, burst into the study, her golden-br

of his father's men grabbed her before she could collapse by the bo

Let me go!) His father b

ould come if she got too curious." His mother sobb

sister! She had a chi

e where it didn't belong." Rocco stared at his mother, his y

d back to him, levelin

" he said, his voice

be killed." Rocco's little hands trembled at hi

authorities," his father c

ld've taken me away, left you weak and defenseless.

the face. His head snapped to the side, a

rp, slicing through him like a blade. Rocco swallowed down his cry, hi

father nodded

, still crying for the woman who lay lifeless on the ground. Hi

choing in the halls long after she was gone. His father sighed, glancing do

h twisted into knots as he watched the men move. His father c

used to it." Then-darkness. Rocco

ckled down his forehead. His hand flew to his face, fingers press

m. He exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching as

to ground him. His mind was still trapped in the past

ouse bedroom. The sky was still dark, the city of Madrid sprawled beneath him i

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and strode toward the mini-bar in the corner of his room. He grabbed a crystal

ed him, reminded him that he wa

tro

here the past clawed its way back into his mind like a re

had

d use against you. Rocco had no intention of being weak. He placed

bright, curious eyes. A little girl who used to fo

n him entirely. That's if she was still alive. And yet, for some reason, she was on his mi

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down and walked toward his bathroom. It was going to be a long day. And