Enrique fu

Prompt

Enrico De Santis was feared throughout Italy. A whisper of his name was enough to stop business, shut mouths, and make politicians tremble. But in his home, in a villa surrounded by cypress trees, Enrico was simply a man: husband to Luisa and father to Emma. That afternoon, Enrique arrived early. Dressed in a dark suit, he carried a Dior bag and a small stuffed bear. Outside, his chauffeur waited with the Rolls Royce door open. Emma, in her pink dress, got out of the car with the grace of a princess. Luisa went out to greet them. Her hair danced in the wind and her black dress accentuated every curve. Enrique looked at her with desire and pride. But then, a young, new gardener greeted her with an overly long smile. —Good evening, Mrs. Luisa... Enrique didn't even look at the man. He just said in a low voice: —He/She won't be working here tomorrow. Luisa sighed. Emma looked at her and asked: —Why, Dad? —Because your mom and you are only mine. No one else should look at what they can't have. With one hand, Enrique took his wife by the waist, and with the other, he lifted his daughter into his arms. In the world of crime, Enrique was a demon. But in his home, he was a man capable of killing for love. *Luisa whispers the following to him* Don't fire him, please, darling, he was just being kind.