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Sitting on a couch I watched as she fell into a peaceful sleep. Her chest rose with every breath and her lashes were touching her cheeks.

I can't believe that she remembered. She remembered the first time I told her about the mafia.

To be honest, I thought it's gonna be way worse than expected when I told her, but weirdly enough she takes it pretty okay. Don't get me wrong she was scared of me but not as much as the first time I told her.

I could feel her muscles tense in my hold when I told her and the way her voice keep shaking while she spoke to me. But then, when memories hit her, she relaxed a bit.

I'm just scared of her remembering everything. If that's to happen it definitely wouldn't end up good and that's what terrifies me. I'm scared for her wellbeing and our baby's. I wouldn't forgive myself if something was to happen to either one of them.

A knock on the door brought my attention to it. Getting up I slowly walked towards doors not wanting to wake Antea up. Opening the doors I was met with Dante's worried expression.

My brows pulled together in confusion and I stepped outside while pulling the door closed behind me.

"What is it?" I asked returning my eyes to him. He shook his head while running a hand through his hair and down a face.

"It's not good." He said as he pulled a letter out of his pocket and put it in my hand. "Look."

My confusion and concern only grew as I opened a letter and slowly pulled a paper out. Opening the paper one smaller piece fell on the floor right next to my leg. Bending down I picked a piece only to realize that it's a picture.

Looking at the picture my mouth went dry. There on a small piece of paper was a picture of Antea taking off of a plane with me holding her hand.

But that is not what made a fear shoot through my body, it's the fact that her whole head and stomach had small holes made probably with some kind of needle.

"What is this?" I demanded on which he shook his head and mumbled under his breath. "Look at the letter." Opening the paper in which was a picture I read it.

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Dorogoy Xavier, Proshu proshcheniya za moy angliyskiy, on nachinayet rzhavet'. Ty menya nedootsenivayesh'. Do you really think that you can keep her safe? From me? I'm not a bad guy in this story, you are. You destroyed that pretty, innocent girl's heart, well let's put it better you destroyed her till the end. Didn't you? Didn't she try to kill herself because of you? Bednaya dusha. She suffered so much with you. I heard that she lost her baby also. Izvini, your baby. Tell me how do you feel after you know that you killed your own child? Do you sleep at night? Ya takoy glupyy, she is pregnant, again, how could I forget that. But tell me.. is it yours or from one of the guys that had fun with her that night? Odnako, that's not why I'm writing to you. I know we talked with each other a couple of days ago but I needed poblagodarit' tebya for making my job here easier. You brought that girl to me on a silver plate. Why not start a game in honor of that? My way of thanking you for your effort. Odna kartinka stoit tysyachi slov. (Dear... I'm sorry for my English, it's getting rusty... you are under resting me.. Poor soul.. I'm sorry.. silly me.. however... to thank you... A picture is worth a thousand words.)

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My hands started to shake as I read the letter, each and every word feel like a knife pierced my soul again and again. Every word that he wrote was true, it was my fault for all destruction in Antea's life.

But I knew better than that, he was playing mind games with me. That's the only thing that he knows how to do. He wants me to scramble into pieces so he could take advantage of that, but I won't give him that satisfaction.

I know that I fucked up and I plan on fixing my mistakes. Even if that means that I'm gonna need to work for Antea's forgiveness for the rest of my life. I will. I'm gonna show her that I'm worthy of her love and worth of having her in my life along with our child.

Switching my eyes from paper to Dante, who was furiously rubbing a hand over his face, then again back on the paper, my eyes caught a part of the letter that confused me.

"Here said that we talked a couple of days ago? I didn't get any call from his side for a long time. The last time we talked with each other was when he threatened Antea and we left for Croatia same moment. Did you talk to him?"

"No, no.. " his heavy sigh made my confusion and concern only grow. "What?" I hissed "what are you hiding?" "The letter.. it came a day after you- we returned."

"What?" I asked in disbelief. "Why the fuck no one told me? Why am I only now finding about this letter?" I asked throwing a paper in his face. "This is my girls and my child's life at the line. Their life is at risk, why no one didn't tell me about this earlier?"

"I didn't know. Okay? I didn't know. We found a letter a day after we returned here. But there was no name on it or address so I thought it belongs to one of the men. And till now I was sure that it was one of the men's. But one of them opened it and found this. They tried to call you but your phone is turned off. So they ended up calling me. I came here as fast as I could. "

"This was there for a whole month?" I rubbed my temple feeling a headache coming full force. "Yeah."

"Dio mio. Do you know who left that letter there?" "I called Fabio he is checking up footage. Moreno and Marino will also be here soon. I called them on my way here."

"Bene, ugh.." I groaned rubbing a hand over my face and lifting my head to look at the ceiling "Merda." Isn't this just great? Can this day get any better?

"Did anything else happened?" Dante's worried voice brought me back to the present making me return my eyes on him.

"I told Antea about the mafia." I said closing my eyes upon hearing him take a harsh breath.

"And? How did she take it? Don't tell me that it went the wrong way." Opening my eyes I locked my glaze with his "She remembered."

"Remembered? Remembered what? Everything? Her memories came back?" I watched how horror on his face only grew from every passing second.

"No, she only remembered about the mafia. About the first time, I told her of it." "So she doesn't remember my nam-"

He shut his mouth close when we heard a door opening from beside us and Antea stuck her head out. Her eyes were red and tears were running down her cheeks making me quickly jump by her side.

"Amore, what happened? Why are you crying? Did something happened?" I was asking her but her stare stayed fixated on Dante's figure.

One of her hands went on her head while the other was holding the door handle in tight fists. Her body loomed from side to side making me wrap my hands around her tiny figure in fear of her collapsing.

"Why?" She croaked out causing me to look at her in confusion. "Why what amore?"

"Please te-tell me.. tell me that tha.. that was just a dream.." she sobbed but her voice was getting weaker with every passing second and her body was more leaning in my hold.

"Tesoro, what happened? Tell you what." Dante mumbled as he took a step towards us but Antea was quick to try to take a small step back while lifting her hand, gesturing him to stop.

Dantes brows pulled in confusion and he abruptly stopped while looking at her with hurt expression.

"Tell me that yo-your name is-isn't Dan.. Dante." She sobbed as saying that which made him take a step back in shock.

"Let me explain." "Wh-why?" She whispered as her eyes rolled and I felt her entire weight leaning into me when she collapsed in my arms.