Never Letting Go

_Santino’s POV_

"Saint?” I hear her ask in a vulnerable tone, her voice barely audible, causing a swirl of emotions in me.

She stared up at me with large eyes, looking confused like she didn't expect to see me here, because she obviously didn't.

I didn't miss the tears in her eyes, barely few seconds away from breaking free and staining her beautiful face.

She would look so beautiful when she cried.

I turn my attention to the boy that almost made her cry and he takes a step back, fear clearly written on his face.

I am the only one that can make her cry and I would kill whosoever brings a tear to her face.

“Saint." She whimpers, grabbing my shirt with her tiny hands as a tear slides down her cheek, instantly sparking my anger.

“Saint, wha-what are you doing here?” He stutters in fear, looking between Micini and I.

Since he knows who I am, his family should be doing a business with mine, making it even easier to destroy him.

“Where's Natalie, love?” I ask her softly as I controlled my