Chapter 6 - The Spark of the King
Tight shot on Lorenzo looking down at the little girl in the puffy pink dress.
A single, rogue tear escaped his dark eyes, tracing a path down his cheek before he quickly wiped it away. The profound innocence of this small, penniless child standing up to defend him in a garden full of vipers completely altered the trajectory of his entire existence.
"You... would marry me?" Mr. Lorenzo asked in a breathless, emotional whisper, his deep voice cracking under the weight of her pure kindness.
Elena nodded enthusiastically, her pink ribbons bouncing. "Yes! Because you are brave. And brave knights don't cry."
Lorenzo looked at the little girl, then slowly raised his head to look out at the crowd of three hundred guests.
His eyes locked directly onto Don Ferretti, who was still wearing that smug, arrogant, mocking smirk. Ferretti believed he had won. Bianca believed she had escaped with thirty million dollars. They believed they had permanently broken the king by attacking his legs and his heart.
They were spectacularly, fatally wrong.
Lorenzo reached out, his large, tattooed hand gently taking little Elena’s tiny hand. He squeezed it softly, making a silent, unbreakable vow to protect this child for the rest of her life.
As he held her hand, a terrifying, tectonic shift occurred within the mafia boss. The agonizing sorrow and humiliation completely evaporated from his face, instantly replaced by a cold, calculating, and intensely fierce resolve. The fire had returned to his eyes, burning hotter and darker than ever before.
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"Your words just saved my soul... little one," Mr. Lorenzo delivered in a quiet, incredibly fierce tone, his gaze burning a hole straight through Don Ferretti's chest.
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