Italy, April 2005...
"What happened? Where is she? Where is Luna?" Edoardo DeFalco panicked as soon as he entered his mansion. He was set to go on a business trip when he received the call that his five year old daughter had gone missing. Instantly he had turned the car around."WHERE IS SHE!!" all the maids and nannies who were in charge of her trembled as he could be a real generous boss, but when it came down to matters of the safety of his dear Luna, then not even the devil himself could match his rage."s_s_sir, she was just here a while ago, I_ I_I don't know how…""YOU DON'T KNOW!!" he was up in Flames, smokes of anger fumed out of his head. "My child is missing and you tell me you don't know!" Everyone present went down on their knees in the wake of his anger."W_We are searching for her right now sir." The head nanny, Maria, managed to stutter."Then who the hell is talking to me now?" he asks."S_Sir?""If you're searching for her like you said, then who the hell is talking to me now? Voi polli assolutamente inutili. Why are you here talking to me if you're looking for her? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR… LOOK FOR HER!!" staggering and shaking they all scurried away for life, their only salvation now was that Luna miraculously turned up from somewhere, or else all of them would be six feet underground before sundown."Little Madam!" they called out. "Luna!... Little Madam… Luna dear." Everyone went crazy looking for Luna.Edoardo had deployed some of his men to start searching even further outside his mansion; she could have been abducted by one of his rivals. If that was what happened, "I swear I will break those cani sanguinari."He went straight to the security room to check on the footage."There! Stop there." He instantly pushes the man controlling the screen aside, and handles it himself, zooming in closer, and…"That tiny little Coniglia." He hissed, instantly bolting out of the room, leaving the men wondering what he saw on the screen."oddio!!" one man exclaimed, pointing at something on the screen. "Isn't that the little Madam?" he points, and they all lean in, squinting their eyes and turning their heads in every direction just to see what he was seeing. But…"where?""right there." He points again, "on the tree." Now they all looked closer, and now they could see her little figure sitting high up on the tree. Lords! She was small.Reaching the tree where his daughter sat crying, all he could wonder was how the hell did she get up there in the first place. "Luna, my darling, la mia principessa, the only one for papa, what are you doing up there honey?" oh how he wanted to crack open their skulls for not keeping a closer eye on her."Papaa_aaa_a" she cried out louder now that her father stood in front of her, her little mouth opened wide, she wiped her tears with her equally little hands that held her favorite toy gun in hand."Yes my love, how did you even get up there?" as if she was waiting for him to ask the question, who knew her voice could go any louder, even him as her father took some steps back, and placed both hands on his ears to save his eardrums. She must be so terrified being so high up there, that's why she's crying so much, he thought."Don't worry dear, papa is coming for you.""NO!!!" everyone flinched as she abruptly yelled, throwing some rocks at them. Where the hell did she get the rock on top of a tree?"I'm never coming down." She says, and her father blinks in confusion. "Luna darling, I know you're scared, but I will come and get you no need to worry." He said and moved closer to the tree again, but it only earned him a fake bullet in the head from his own daughter."d_ d_did you just shoot your papa?" flustered and shocked at her behavior, but not like her tantrums were a new thing though, but today seemed rather peculiar."I said don't come here. I don't want to come down!" She firmly states again. Her eyes as dark as her hair, she was beautiful in a weirdly dark way."Luna, you can't live on a tree. Who do you think you are? George of the jungle? Or let's make it Luna of the Jungle." the man hissed. She was as stubborn as her mother. Or maybe as he. Or maybe she had taken the bad attributes of both parents and taken a double dose of the potion." Okay first tell me why you're up there and crying in the first place. Why are you on a tree?" he asks. This was how it always went if he tried being the sweet-talking dad, and it didn't work, it was negotiation mode next, and it was businessman time. Ask for her problems, and give her the solutions she chooses."Why are you on a tree, honey? " By now, almost everyone in the house who was out and about looking for her was gathered there looking at the almost invisible little thing up on the tree. "Please, miss Luna DeFalco, tell me why you're on a tree." He asks again, and she suddenly begins to cry again."Papa." She says amidst sobs and sniffles. "Yes dear,""He said that… he said that… he said that he won't marry me." She bawled louder. And maybe he didn't hear her correctly, but the man just stood there blinking nonstop. Confused and dumbfounded, and so was every other person watching this scene unfold before them."hmm?""He said he won't marry me_eeee" now he was certain that's what she said, I mean who is 'he'? What in the world was she talking about? She was too little to take alcohol, or else he would say she was drunk and high or something."What are you talking about darling? Who says he won't marry you?" he asks. He had to."Dark knight. Dark Knight says he won't marry me.""d_dark knight? W_Who is the dark knight?" The man looks around him hoping someone would give him an answer to this flustering question."Sir, I think she's talking about young Master Zeno." At this revelation, the man just breathed out a weary sigh, pressing his thumb and index finger to the space between his eyes."Listen, baby, let me come get you down from there first." How in the world did you even get there? He muttered between tight teeth. "Let's get you down first, and then we can talk about Zeno.""NO!" She shot at him again, it was a toy gun, with harmless plastic bullets, but it still hurt. Coupled with the fact that she was really accurate with her shots. I can't believe she's shooting at me because of a boy at her age. He hissed."I'm not coming down until dark knight marries me." She firmly said, and he had to hold on tight to his nape and back to stop himself from exploding. She was going to be his death, this outrageous daughter of his. But he also knew there was no other way than her way. so…"Please, where is this dark princess' dark knight?"In the training fields, an M16 in hand, highly stable and focused, the thirteen-year-old Zeno Silvestri stood there practicing. All the wooden shooting targets had holes right in the middle, not even an inch out of place. Accurate and precise were his shots, even at a young age, he was excellent."Young Master Zeno… Young Master Zeno!!" Maria, the head nanny, came running towards him."Is that diavoletto troubling you again?" he asks as he knew Luna was the only reason the elderly woman was always running around. "You did good to run from her. That little tiny thing can be really problematic." He hissed, taking another flawless shot, and he wasn't even focused."Master Zeno, please you have to come with us this instant… the little Miss… the little Miss is…"Having been told what the problem was, he instantly ran to where the whole show was taking place. Thankfully she had stopped her unpleasant bawling."Sir, you called for me?" Edoardo, who had taken a seat there, turned his head to look at him. "Why won't you marry her, huh? Mr. Dark knight" Zeno couldn't help but chuckle at the title. He also wondered why she called him that. "You could have just said yes and we all could have avoided this unnecessary drama. Well don't just stand there, you're Zeno the dark knight, so do something." the man says."Yes sir, I'll get her down.'' It was quite funny for him. While everyone else was exhausted and totally worn out, he was finding it funny."Hey! Piccola!" he called out to her. "Go away! I don't want to talk to you." She whined, shooting another shot, but not at him."Why do you keep shooting at me? Is he not the one you want?" Edoardo asks, confused as to why he was the target of her antics."Really? You don't want to talk to me again?
The night was dark, and it brought a chilling ambience with it.Mea had never been more terrified in her life, never been more frightened of what her fate would be. Not even when she was tied, and gagged, and beaten by her clients, she was not this terrified then.She had always known what to expect, she could tell the kind of client just by looking at him. She could tell if he was the kind who loved to tie her to poles why they did it, or punish her before he could get aroused.She had come to understand and learned to study her clients, which in turn allowed her to prepare herself for whatever the client was planning to dish out to her.But tonight was different. Maybe it was because of the way his knuckles brushed her skin so tenderly. Or probably because of the unreadable gaze that he held. Mea could not tell.But as much as her inability to read his mind terrified her, there was something there… Something that made her shudder, and swallow her saliva over and over till her tongu
It was just another bubbling night in the streets of Naples, Italy. It had poured down heavily earlier in the day. But now all that remained as evidence of the rain that had hammered down were the wet grounds, and a cool, calm breeze that stretched to every deep and dark corner of the streets.Yellow street lights, and blinding lights from distinct buildings gave the night a rather dazzling appeal. Tourists, giggling and pointing as they walked the brilliant streets. Vendors chanting and singing just to advertise their goods. Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins.Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labele
"Get in," says the man who Mea was yet to even know his name. He had beaten up the men, paid them double and carefully dragged her out of the bar. Apparently, his car was parked some feets away from the bar. And now she could see why he could pay three hundred thousand euros without blinking. His car was exquisite.Who was he? What did he want with her? Why was he taking her? Hell! Where was he taking her?"Get in," he said again. This time a little harsher than the first. Mea looked from the car to the man who stood behind her, goading her to enter his car."Who are you? Where are you taking me?" she managed to ask."The man who just bought you! And I paid damn well too. And of course I'm taking you to my apartment, where else? Now get in!" he ordered again, clearly getting irritated with her nonsense.She looked around, she could actually scream. She had no idea where he was taking her, so she'd scream her lungs out. Some people on these streets knew her, so they would come to her r
After his midnight meeting ended, he spent some extra time with his boss before dropping the man off. He too headed straight home.On normal days, Marco had his own small suite in Zeno's mansion where he mainly stayed. He had no extra social life outside his work, so he usually had no reason to go back to his apartment. He spent most of his days and nights in his boss's mansion.But tonight—tonight was different. Tonight there was something waiting for him to come home. I hope.If she was awake, he was sure she'd have tried to find her way out. He wondered if she succeeded, or if she was still sleeping comfortably.He could still remember the look on her face as she slept. She seemed calm and yet disturbed. Her hair spread out on the pillow, and it seemed to be calling him, to run his fingers through every single strand. Her legs long and slender, even though some parts of her thighs were blue from bruises, they still looked sexy. "Damn it!" He hissed, opening and closing his palms o
Having been told what the problem was, he instantly ran to where the whole show was taking place. Thankfully she had stopped her unpleasant bawling."Sir, you called for me?" Edoardo, who had taken a seat there, turned his head to look at him. "Why won't you marry her, huh? Mr. Dark knight" Zeno couldn't help but chuckle at the title. He also wondered why she called him that. "You could have just said yes and we all could have avoided this unnecessary drama. Well don't just stand there, you're Zeno the dark knight, so do something." the man says."Yes sir, I'll get her down.'' It was quite funny for him. While everyone else was exhausted and totally worn out, he was finding it funny."Hey! Piccola!" he called out to her. "Go away! I don't want to talk to you." She whined, shooting another shot, but not at him."Why do you keep shooting at me? Is he not the one you want?" Edoardo asks, confused as to why he was the target of her antics."Really? You don't want to talk to me again?
Italy, April 2005... "What happened? Where is she? Where is Luna?" Edoardo DeFalco panicked as soon as he entered his mansion. He was set to go on a business trip when he received the call that his five year old daughter had gone missing. Instantly he had turned the car around."WHERE IS SHE!!" all the maids and nannies who were in charge of her trembled as he could be a real generous boss, but when it came down to matters of the safety of his dear Luna, then not even the devil himself could match his rage."s_s_sir, she was just here a while ago, I_ I_I don't know how…""YOU DON'T KNOW!!" he was up in Flames, smokes of anger fumed out of his head. "My child is missing and you tell me you don't know!" Everyone present went down on their knees in the wake of his anger."W_We are searching for her right now sir." The head nanny, Maria, managed to stutter."Then who the hell is talking to me now?" he asks."S_Sir?""If you're searching for her like you said, then who the hell is
After his midnight meeting ended, he spent some extra time with his boss before dropping the man off. He too headed straight home.On normal days, Marco had his own small suite in Zeno's mansion where he mainly stayed. He had no extra social life outside his work, so he usually had no reason to go back to his apartment. He spent most of his days and nights in his boss's mansion.But tonight—tonight was different. Tonight there was something waiting for him to come home. I hope.If she was awake, he was sure she'd have tried to find her way out. He wondered if she succeeded, or if she was still sleeping comfortably.He could still remember the look on her face as she slept. She seemed calm and yet disturbed. Her hair spread out on the pillow, and it seemed to be calling him, to run his fingers through every single strand. Her legs long and slender, even though some parts of her thighs were blue from bruises, they still looked sexy. "Damn it!" He hissed, opening and closing his palms o
"Get in," says the man who Mea was yet to even know his name. He had beaten up the men, paid them double and carefully dragged her out of the bar. Apparently, his car was parked some feets away from the bar. And now she could see why he could pay three hundred thousand euros without blinking. His car was exquisite.Who was he? What did he want with her? Why was he taking her? Hell! Where was he taking her?"Get in," he said again. This time a little harsher than the first. Mea looked from the car to the man who stood behind her, goading her to enter his car."Who are you? Where are you taking me?" she managed to ask."The man who just bought you! And I paid damn well too. And of course I'm taking you to my apartment, where else? Now get in!" he ordered again, clearly getting irritated with her nonsense.She looked around, she could actually scream. She had no idea where he was taking her, so she'd scream her lungs out. Some people on these streets knew her, so they would come to her r
It was just another bubbling night in the streets of Naples, Italy. It had poured down heavily earlier in the day. But now all that remained as evidence of the rain that had hammered down were the wet grounds, and a cool, calm breeze that stretched to every deep and dark corner of the streets.Yellow street lights, and blinding lights from distinct buildings gave the night a rather dazzling appeal. Tourists, giggling and pointing as they walked the brilliant streets. Vendors chanting and singing just to advertise their goods. Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins.Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labele
The night was dark, and it brought a chilling ambience with it.Mea had never been more terrified in her life, never been more frightened of what her fate would be. Not even when she was tied, and gagged, and beaten by her clients, she was not this terrified then.She had always known what to expect, she could tell the kind of client just by looking at him. She could tell if he was the kind who loved to tie her to poles why they did it, or punish her before he could get aroused.She had come to understand and learned to study her clients, which in turn allowed her to prepare herself for whatever the client was planning to dish out to her.But tonight was different. Maybe it was because of the way his knuckles brushed her skin so tenderly. Or probably because of the unreadable gaze that he held. Mea could not tell.But as much as her inability to read his mind terrified her, there was something there… Something that made her shudder, and swallow her saliva over and over till her tongu