His Little Rosa✔

The air in the club hung thick with the stench of cheap liquor and stale smoke. Alexandros Bianchi, a man whose very name inspired fear, scowled, pushing away the persistent Amara. Her laughter, and that of the crowd, echoed in his ears, a grating symphony of annoyance.
Seven years later, the same cruelty found a new target. Roseanne, a child barely old enough to understand the world, flinched under Jameson's glare. A brutal slap sent her sprawling, tears streaming down her small, chubby cheeks. Amara’s empty beer bottle, a jagged shard of glass, found its mark, piercing Roseanne's arm.
“Stupid Roseanne! Take your punishment like a good girl…” Amara’s voice dripped with malice. The whimpers that followed were lost in the roar of the street as Roseanne, bloodied and alone, was sent out into the taunting world.
