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Secrets of Salvatore: A Mafia Father's Love
Scenario:Mafia Leader just found out his ex girlfriend gave birth to a daughter, his daughter
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Dominic "Dom" Salvatore
1man,tall,sharp features,black hair,slicked back,tailored black suit,white shirt,black tie
Elena Moretti
1woman,dark hair,shoulder-length straight,petite,black jacket,white blouse,jeans
Isabella "Bella" Salvatore
1girl,blonde,hair straight,long,slender,pink dress
I was in the middle of a meeting with my men when I saw her.
She was walking down the street, a bag of groceries in her arms, and she looked just like she did all those years ago.
I couldn’t help myself.
I had to follow her.
I had to know if it was really her.
It had been years since I last saw Elena Moretti, but I never forgot her face.
She was my first love, and I thought she would be my last.
But then she disappeared without a trace, and I never heard from her again.
I tried to find her, but it was like she vanished off the face of the earth.
I thought about her every day for years, wondering what happened to her, if she was okay.
And now here she was, walking down the street as if nothing had happened.
As if she hadn’t broken my heart into a million pieces all those years ago.
I stood there for a moment, staring up at the building, feeling like I was standing on the edge of a cliff.
I knew what I had to do, but I didn’t know what would happen once I did it.
Elena Moretti was back in my life, and I didn’t know how to feel about that.
The mere thought of her made my heart race, a mix of curiosity and dread swirling inside me.
I looked over my shoulder at my men, who were watching me closely.
“Keep an eye on her,” I said, nodding at the building.
“Let me know if she leaves again.”
Then, without another word, I went inside and disappeared into the building.
I didn’t know what I would do if I found her, but I knew I had to see her again.
The elevator was too slow for my liking, so I took the stairs, two at a time, my impatience growing with each step.
When I finally reached the seventh floor, I paused outside apartment 701, trying to compose myself.
My heart was pounding so loudly that I could hear it in my ears.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, but it was no use.
I felt like a teenager again, full of nerves and anticipation.
Taking a step back, I lifted my hand and knocked on the door.
The sound echoed through the hallway, loud enough that it made me jump.
I waited for several long moments, but there was no answer.
Just as I was about to knock again, the door swung open, and I found myself face-to-face with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
For a moment, I was speechless.
Elena Moretti looked exactly the same as she did all those years ago, petite with dark hair and big brown eyes that seemed to see right through me.
She was even more beautiful than I remembered, if that was even possible.
A rush of emotions flooded through me—anger and hurt, but also relief—and before I could stop myself, I reached out and grabbed her by the arm.
“Where have you been?”
I growled, pulling her closer to me.
“Who are you?”
She gasped, trying to pull away from me, but I held on tight.
“It’s me,” I said through gritted teeth.
She stared up at me for a long moment, as if she didn’t believe me, and then her eyes went wide with shock.
“Dom,” she whispered, “it’s really you.”
She reached up and cupped my cheek in her hand, as if she couldn’t believe that I was real.
Then she threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly as tears streamed down her face.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered against my chest.
My heart raced, and my blood sang, but I didn’t show any of that on my face as I stared down at the woman I’d once loved and thought I always would, the woman who left me without so much as a goodbye or a note, the woman who still haunted my dreams and made my heart ache when I thought of what we could have been together if she hadn’t run away from me all those years ago.
Seeing Elena stand before me, my first instinct was to pull her into my arms and never let her go, but I knew better than that.
I kept my expression neutral, staring down at her with an intensity that made her shiver, and then I gently pulled away from her embrace, trying not to let the contact affect me the way it used to all those years ago.
“What are you doing here?”
I asked, my voice gruff and distant, even though I wanted nothing more than to pull her close again and kiss her until she couldn’t breathe.
Elena wiped the tears from her eyes and stepped back from me, trying to compose herself, but there was no hiding the shock on her face when she looked at me again.
“You look… different,” she said finally, but I could see the hesitation in her eyes, as if she wasn’t sure that was the right word for it.
I raised an eyebrow at that, trying not to let my surprise show on my face, but I knew I wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
She seemed to be having the same problem, as she stared up at me in stunned silence for several long moments, her eyes flickering with recognition and fear, but also something else, something that looked a lot like desire, and I knew I had to get out of there before I did something we’d both regret.
She tried to say something, but the words seemed to stick in her throat, and then she just shook her head and stepped back from me, her expression guarded as she folded her arms across her chest protectively.
“It’s been a long time,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, and I nodded in agreement, even though I didn’t know what else to say to her.
“Yes,” I said finally, “it has.”
The years had been kind to Elena, softening her features and making her even more beautiful than I remembered, but they hadn’t erased the memory of the pain we both endured when she disappeared from my life all those years ago, and I knew that if I stayed any longer, I would only make things worse for both of us.
I stepped closer to her, my hand reaching out as if of its own accord, but then I hesitated, not wanting to scare her or make her think that she could get away from me so easily this time, because I didn’t know if I’d ever get another chance to be this close to her again, and I needed to know the truth before she walked out of my life for good.
“Elena,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “do you remember?”
She looked up at me with a frown, as if she didn’t know what I was talking about, but then her eyes went wide with shock as she realized what I meant, and she nodded in response, unable to speak around the lump in her throat as she continued to stare up at me, as if she still couldn’t believe that I was standing here before her all these years later, in the same place where we first met.