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Valente watched with amusement as his eyes followed his boss pace around his office, the nail of his thumb between his sharp teeth, his eyes glued on the floor. The Don was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice that Valente had spread himself out on his beloved wooden desk, resting against it like a bed. In any other occasion, Protettore would break the neck of anyone who touch his favorite mahogany desk that his uncle had given him as a gift, no questions asked. But here Valente was, sprawled across it like some model on a magazine, his golden hair fanned out like a halo. He probably should've been worrying for his life right now, but he knew that the Don's thoughts were on something more important to him than a silly desk.

Finally, after an hour of watching him pace about, Valente decided to open his mouth. " Y'know, if you keep pacing like that, you'll make a hole in the floor~!" 

Protettore didn't even look at him.

Valente huffed, sitting up on the desk and fixing his shirt neck that had somehow slipped over his shoulder. It was no fun making fun of the boss if he didn't get a reaction. He was about to get up and leave when Protettore pulled the thumb from his mouth and spoke.

" Where is he?" His words were like poison. Valente even flinched. " It's been three days! Three whole days!"

Putting his guard up incase he was attacked in a fit of anger, Valente leaned away from the vampire, a cheerful smile on his lips, " Whoa, Whoa, calm down Boss. I don't know where h-"

Protettore's hands clutched his shirt, pulling the wizard towards him, " Use your godamn magic shit and find him!" He growled, his nail's making holes in Valente's shirt. Damn it, and it was an expensive one too....

" Y'know I can't do that Boss! If I could, I would...but y'know....the barrier I put up won't le-ugh!"

He was pushed back violently on the desk, Protettore looming over him. Valente could see the raw anger in his eyes and he gulped, feeling his boss's cold hand wrapping around his throat. " I don't give a shit about the barrier. Take it down and find him." His grip tightened.

Valente gasped and tried to pry the vampire's hands off him, but it was like steel. He could feel his oxygen supply being slowly cut off. But...Protettore wouldn't kill him...right? Suddenly, words flashed into his mind.

" .... Don Giordano's mobile steel fortress."

Before anyone left the fortress, Valente would put a charm on them so if any of the Giordano's members said those five words, the fortress would automatically find their location, no matter where they were, and change direction to pick them up. And since Vencentio was the only one who left the fortress in the past few days, it must have been him! "Boss!...Boss! L-Let me go..!" He tried to wiggle from his grasp, but it only got tighter.

" Will you find him?" Protettore questioned, his nail's digging into the soft skin of his neck. If this kept on, Valente would be done for!

" He's outside!" He gasped with whatever breath he had left and Protettore immediately let him go. In a blink of an eye, the mafia Don was off of him and heading towards the door, " Open the main doors." Was his only order.

Rubbing his tender neck and sitting up, Valente flicked his wrist and the main doors to the fortress opened. With that done, he sighed shakily and laid back down on the desk, closing his eyes.

" Damn impatient man..."

[b]PROTETTORE[/b]
Why was this castle so damn large?! Protettore thought as he ran through the endless hallways and corridors. Sure, the wallpaper and expensive carpets were nice to look at and all, but it was a bitch to run through when you needed to get to the front. Even more so when your office is on the top floor out of many.

But with Protettore being the boss that he is, made it to the front doors in half the time anyone else would have and raced right out of the doors, not even caring if it was raining or not. He was expecting Vencentio standing there, waiting for him to greet him at the door, but when Protettore didn't see him, panic started to set in. Instead of his loyal right hand man standing there, some measly human was in his place. That fucking wizard! Lying to save his own ass! He automatically thought, murder flashing in his eyes. But before his anger could completely take over him, he sensed Vencentio. He flicked his eyes from the human to the ground and was surprised to see Ven there.

Not caring that he was wearing an expensive suit that could probably feed a family in a third world country for a month, Protettore fell to his friend's side, his eyes going directly towards the gunshot wound in his chest. " Fucking Rioz bastards, they'll pay for this,"But as much as he wanted to go over there and kill them himself, he needed to take care of Ven first. He was still conscious but he looked so pale, which meant that he needed blood. " Valente, come here!" In one swift motion, Protettore scooped Ven in his arms, bridal style, and carried him into the castle. As soon as the entered, some of Protettore's lower men appeared and tried to take Ven out of his arms, but Protettore just pushed them back. " Fuck you, get the human." He ordered one of them to do. 

Luckily, one of his very lavish living rooms was right next to the entrance, so Protettore went in there and carefully put Ven on the sofa. Behind him, he could hear the doors closing at the audible pitter-patter of the rain stopping. He shook his hair out of his face so he could see Ven better. " Is it just one gunshot wound?" He asked, though he had so many questions for him, but he knew that this wasn't the time or place, so he saved them for later. 

He gingerly moved Ven's shirt out of the way so he could see the wound better. He had experience with bullet wounds, he did grow up on a pirate ship afterall, but he didn't have the equipment for it and right now, his heart was beating a million times a minute. " Dammit, where is that bastard?" He was about to stand up to go find that wizard himself, but as soon as he was going to, a loud pop sounded and Valente magically appeared, a carefree smile on his face. 

" What's up Boss?"

" What took you so fucking long?" Protettore asked immediately, but shook his head. No, there were more important matters to address here. " Remove the bullet from his chest."

Valente was surprised to see Vencentio, who was normally so cool and collected, so out of shape. It was almost amusing. But he kept his real thoughts and his outer expression far away from one another so his boss didn't throw a fit. Keeping the smile on his face, Valente leaned closer to inspect the wound. " Hm.....no prob Boss!" He laughed as he pushed him out of the way and rubbed his hands together. Closing his eyes, Valente placed his hand over the bullet wound and wiggled his fingers. Of course, the finger wiggles were completely unnecessary but he liked to make a show of things once in a while. And it wasn't as if Vencentio was going to die right then and there.

After a few more seconds of finger wiggling, Valente got down to business. He chanted a spell under his breath that attracted metal items and focused the recipient of that attraction to his hand. He had to be careful to keep his hand still so the bullet would come out cleanly, so he ceased his finger wiggle...for now. Six or seven seconds later, the bullet popped out of Vencentio's body and went right into Valente's hand. 

" Ya see that Boss? Wanna keep it as a so-whah!" He flailed as Protettore viciously pushed him out of the way, causing Valente to topple over and fall on his back. But Protettore didn't care! He was already cutting a straight, neat line across his wrist with his nail and offered it to Vencentio, " Here, drink it." 

He had a hole cellar full of humans that could give Vencentio their blood- hell, there was even a human standing in that room- but Protettore's mind wasn't functioning properly and he didn't trust human blood to fix Vencentio's wounds. The blood had to come from a vampire if they wanted to see rapid results.
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