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Story: Requiem
“Yes, sir.” I disconnect with a grunt, snap my fingers for my guard to wheel out her suitcases again. “You’ll stay in the hotel with me tonight. I won’t have you sleeping here.”
“You’re being ridiculous. If I’m seen as some pampered princess… the bullying could be intense for me.”
I grab her close. “You are a pampered princess. You’re mine. We’re leaving. No one would dare bully you either or I’ll bury them and their parents.”
“Roque… we talked about this. You’re going to be a good super villain remember?”
“I never agreed to that,” I growl, yanking her hand taking her out of that depressing room.
“I’m re-thinking this whole alpha dad super villain family thing.”
“Too bad. It’s legal. I’m your guardian now and what I say goes.”
She rolls her eyes, “No wonder she ran.”
My blood boils. But I don’t say a word not trusting myself to snap. Snapping at little Chloe is the last thing I ever want to do. The girl is the only bright spot in my dark cavernous heart.
My face is tight as we walk out across the courtyard to the helicopter with the Salvatore logo. That’s right. We didn’t roll up in the stereotypical Range Rover. I sent a message choosing the chopper. I’m above the so-called elites. IF they fuck with my girl, Chloe I will return with hellfire.
I usher Chloe in the chopper and signal the pilot to start the rotors. With my head set on and aviators blocking the emotions in my eyes—I’m thrown back in time as my gaze collides with hungry appreciative ones, eyeing my golden girl ascending with me into the sky.
I was one of them. Once upon a time. Instead of a golden girl, my queen had bright blue hair. I sigh, sinking against the plush leather seat feeling a headache come on. How can I protect Chloe from horny teen- aged boys while running my empire a world away? I’ll double her guards if need be. Little Red had no one to protect her. Even her Uncle knew what I wanted, and knew he couldn’t stop me. I’ve had other lovers over the years. But none quenched the fire, the thirst or made me feel utterly spent. Damn her. I’ll continue my search over the world for her. If for no other reason except to get closure.
My hand balls into a fist. As the chopper glides forward, my memories go back to the days and months after she left Jersey. I was broken-hearted, angry, and determined to save her from the wrath of my wife. You see my wife had a bet with the other remaining families from Italy on who could capture her first. They were going to make a sport out of the hunt and torture her. Killing her was at the top of my wife’s wish list. I was determined to spare Little Red if for nothing else but to torture her myself. I wanted to hit her back the way I felt sucker punched when my “wife” told me my Baby Blue was the Fiorelli girl. That Little Red was the same woman I had fallen so irrevocably in love with. But my torture would be sexual and she knew it. Hell, I bet she ran because she knew she couldn’t handle me. But Red had her pride. She’d rather run from love than ever admit she’s a slave to it.
I had almost caught her too. Almost. If only I could change the past, I truly would be the most powerful man in the world. But there’s no hope for lost souls like me. The Pope himself could hold a million Requiem’s for me and it wouldn’t do any good. My fate was sealed that day in the woods. The day when I almost extinguished the best thing that had ever happened to me…
“You’re being ridiculous. If I’m seen as some pampered princess… the bullying could be intense for me.”
I grab her close. “You are a pampered princess. You’re mine. We’re leaving. No one would dare bully you either or I’ll bury them and their parents.”
“Roque… we talked about this. You’re going to be a good super villain remember?”
“I never agreed to that,” I growl, yanking her hand taking her out of that depressing room.
“I’m re-thinking this whole alpha dad super villain family thing.”
“Too bad. It’s legal. I’m your guardian now and what I say goes.”
She rolls her eyes, “No wonder she ran.”
My blood boils. But I don’t say a word not trusting myself to snap. Snapping at little Chloe is the last thing I ever want to do. The girl is the only bright spot in my dark cavernous heart.
My face is tight as we walk out across the courtyard to the helicopter with the Salvatore logo. That’s right. We didn’t roll up in the stereotypical Range Rover. I sent a message choosing the chopper. I’m above the so-called elites. IF they fuck with my girl, Chloe I will return with hellfire.
I usher Chloe in the chopper and signal the pilot to start the rotors. With my head set on and aviators blocking the emotions in my eyes—I’m thrown back in time as my gaze collides with hungry appreciative ones, eyeing my golden girl ascending with me into the sky.
I was one of them. Once upon a time. Instead of a golden girl, my queen had bright blue hair. I sigh, sinking against the plush leather seat feeling a headache come on. How can I protect Chloe from horny teen- aged boys while running my empire a world away? I’ll double her guards if need be. Little Red had no one to protect her. Even her Uncle knew what I wanted, and knew he couldn’t stop me. I’ve had other lovers over the years. But none quenched the fire, the thirst or made me feel utterly spent. Damn her. I’ll continue my search over the world for her. If for no other reason except to get closure.
My hand balls into a fist. As the chopper glides forward, my memories go back to the days and months after she left Jersey. I was broken-hearted, angry, and determined to save her from the wrath of my wife. You see my wife had a bet with the other remaining families from Italy on who could capture her first. They were going to make a sport out of the hunt and torture her. Killing her was at the top of my wife’s wish list. I was determined to spare Little Red if for nothing else but to torture her myself. I wanted to hit her back the way I felt sucker punched when my “wife” told me my Baby Blue was the Fiorelli girl. That Little Red was the same woman I had fallen so irrevocably in love with. But my torture would be sexual and she knew it. Hell, I bet she ran because she knew she couldn’t handle me. But Red had her pride. She’d rather run from love than ever admit she’s a slave to it.
I had almost caught her too. Almost. If only I could change the past, I truly would be the most powerful man in the world. But there’s no hope for lost souls like me. The Pope himself could hold a million Requiem’s for me and it wouldn’t do any good. My fate was sealed that day in the woods. The day when I almost extinguished the best thing that had ever happened to me…