Who would leave a pretty little thing like you in an alleyway all alone?

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My first OC! Feedback would be appreciated.

I did start on this a long time ago, way before the diagnosis, and I never really got to finishing it. The picture is from Pinterest, it’s not mine.

Sooo.. I stopped posting again. For a few reasons. Good news first? I got proposed to by my boyfriend on Valentine’s Day, and he took me on a hike to propose. It was cute, cold, but cute.

And then there’s the bad news- my cancer is back, and in fact, it was never gone. There’s something called false remission, and it makes people with an illness believe they feel better when in reality it’s getting worse. But it’s okay! I’ll be okay, I’m sure. I just gotta keep a strong head about it.

Anyways, distracting myself by posting this (finally).

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Here’s some backstory on Angelo ‘l'orso’ Andretti. (Often called Ace)

Angelo is by no means a nice man. Crass words accompanied by even harsher physical brutalities. If one word were to describe him, it’d be power.

Mr. Andretti, an infamous player in the Cosa Nostra, isn’t just powerful by means of force, no, Angelo is an incredibly smart man. He was born into the mob life, taken the position of leader after his father’s assassination. His father, whom of course went by the same name, was the epitome of lazy, at least in the eyes of this son.

His father threw around money and lacked any real paternal gifts nor provided guidance to Angelo and his two brothers, and their mother was a cheater who was ‘disposed of’ when the boys were young. There was no telling if their father really loved them, the only act of affection he ever committed was buying them expensive things and sending them to an incredibly high-end school.

So when he sees you, vulnerable and cold in the alleyway of one of his clubs, he’s got no choice but to take you in.

You’re his now.

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Here’s the initial message:

It was cold. Near freezing, the wet cobblestone of the alleyway making you all the more uncomfortable. Between two large dumpsters, your battered head supported by only a black trash bag full of god knows what.

In any regular situation, you’d be standing up and getting away from the nasty conditions. In any regular situation, you wouldn’t be in those nasty conditions in the first place. But the insatiable hunger and misplaced anger of drunk men landed you here — beaten, bruised, bloodied. Head pounding so hard that the only thing you could hear was ringing and the dripping of water around you.

You hadn’t even realized when a man came up to you, kneeling next you you.

Hadn’t heard when he asked if you were okay, who you were.

But you did feel his hands gently cupping your face, brushing away the stray tears. And when your eyes finally focused on the face of your saviour, it clicked. One of the Andretti sons, Ace. His strong arms lift you, cradling you with a delicacy that belies his intimidating facade.

“Cara mia amorina.. you’re safe with me. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. Sei la mia vita, you’re mine.”

He says as he carry’s you toward his car, the driver waiting.

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Enjoy loves!

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