Thread: Hidden World (darkangel76 & Neophyte)

Cara Maria Anderlini knew something was going on with her father and the men he worked with every day. Men he seemed to treasure in some ways or so it appeared. Though the man had tried to hide his agendas from his only daughter, she wasnt so nave as to not understand what he was. He was mob. A Don. Coming to understand what that meant, she noticed the toll such a life took on her father, wearing him thin, aging him beyond his years. Of course, all of that became more apparent after her mother had died Caras mother had been a rare beauty, a woman of the northern Italian countryside. Her fair features were considered exotic, a most coveted find for a mate given that her father had come from the south. The girl had inherited her mothers blue eyes, eyes that seemed to pierce the soul so most had claimed, as well as her angelically shaped cheekbones and pale skin. But her hair, it showed of her father - long, dark, wavy tresses that were wild and free as they cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Worried about her father, Cara paced along the upper corridors of the mansion. Her mind filled with morbid thoughts on just what it could be that was troubling him. Shed heard one of his men breathe words of death and blood. But they always seemed to notice that she was close by and would immediately hush their conversations. Determined to find out the truth of what was going on, she set her jaw and quietly stalked her way toward the balcony overlooking her fathers study. His boardroom. She knew that was where he conducted most of his business, though he had no idea of her knowledge of such things. As Cara began to make her way toward the upper levels of the study, she stopped short and quickly hid behind the velvety drapes of the nearest window. Loud, hard footsteps had suddenly echoed along the hallway, making her heart pause before pounding beneath her breasts. Hidden and out of sight, she heard a squeaky voice frantically speaking, the conversation one sided indicating that the person was talking over a phone. Cara bit down on her lower lip. The frightened man spoke again of death and unexplainable injuries befalling the men who worked for her father. Just what is going on? she wondered to herself, her curiosity more than piqued now, her worry nearly consuming her whole. The moment the man raced down the hall and past her hiding place, Cara peeked her head out from behind the lushly falling curtain. She was a stark contrast in her filmy white dress next to the deep crimson of the material of the drapes that served as her hiding place. Tucking a wild dark strand behind an ear, she stepped back out into the open and began making her way towards the balcony once more. Much to her luck, the rest of her journey went uninterrupted. Slowly, cautiously, she pushed open the large wooden door that would lead her to the balcony overlooking the study. Opening that door just a crack, she slipped on through. Cara made sure to stay quiet, to keep to the shadows as she entered the balcony high above her father and his men. Her father looked worried, it was plain as day. But she had little time to dwell on such things. Just then, a strange, dark man entered the room. His presence Immediately, Cara felt her breath catch. There was something about this mysterious stranger that she couldnt explain. Maybe it was the danger that seemed to emanate off his person, the manner in which he walked, the confidence that dripped from his voice. That voice Licking her lips, Cara felt the adrenaline within her body coursing throughout her veins, making her entire body tremble. As she listened in to what this strange man and her father discussed, their words vague, she couldnt help but move closer to get a better look. The allure was too great that she was helpless to resist it. Resting her hands on the balconys edge, she watched him with great intrigue and interest. Her heart continued to pound as her pale eyes remained fixed on his figure. When the deal between him and her father had been made, she leaned over the edge ever so slightly, her hair gently brushing her face as it fell forward over her shoulders. Just then, the mysterious man glanced upwards. Caras heart stopped instantly, her eyes locked on the mans below. That brief moment seemed an eternity and she could swear he somehow saw into her soul. The sensation was so odd, yet so exciting, but still nothing shed ever experienced before. Overwhelmed and a bit terrified that shed been caught snooping, she let out a tiny gasp. Her cheeks flushed red, her skin going pink along her neck and chest, even along the swells of her breasts that peeked above the neckline of the filmy white dress she wore. Placing a hand against her heaving breasts, her breaths coming short with the fear of being caught, she backed into the shadows once more and turned to make for the doorway leading back out into the corridor. Who is that man? Cara wondered to herself. Who is he?