Before Angelo could register the actions, the girl had run from where she stood, and threw herself into his arms, completely catching him off guard.
Angelo heaved a heavy sigh at the sudden motion.
This was Eva, the daughter of Don Massimo, the man who had taken him in at a young age…
Eva was like a sister to him.
“I have missed you so much!!” She chirped excitedly in his arms, as she held him tight.
Angelo heard a clatter beside him, and he slowly released her, as he turned his head to take a good look at the side.
Nothing.
He could have sworn Valerie was just there a moment ago. How and where had she disappeared off to?
He felt a smack on his chest, and he drew his gaze back to Eva.
“I am so disappointed in you, Angelo,” she hit him again, her face contorting in a frown.
“We are just five hours apart, and you couldn’t even stop to say Hi? Seriously, Angelo?”
When her eyes began to water, Angelo held her hand, stopping her mid-way from hitting him further.
He never wanted to see her cry. It was safe to say that Eva was the most important thing to him.
While he was a cold and domineering Mafia Boss, whom everyone feared, he was the perfect big brother she ever had.
All his years at Don Massimo’s abode, learning the ropes to be a feared and respected Mafia Lord, he had made sure he took Eva as his topmost priority.
“You know I would never do that, Eva. You are…”
“Ugh, whatever. I don’t want to hear it. You definitely did. Why did you never visit? Huh?”
But before he could answer her questions, he spotted Dominic approaching them.
“We can discuss later, Eva. I need to meet Father, now.”
ELENA;
I sat on the bed in his room, feeling completely and utterly frustrated. I didn’t hesitate to get the hell out of the garden, the moment I saw the girl running up to him.
Thankfully, there was an entry that led directly to the house… a backdoor, which I made my way toward.
I stood up suddenly, as I walked over to the mirror with the ripped dress in my hands.
Who was she?
I couldn’t stop myself from thinking aloud. Was she the reason he had pulled out of me, pleasing me halfway?
How dare he treat me like garbage!?
I didn’t realize I was bunching at the dress in my hands, as I stood facing the mirror.
I heard the door creak open, and I held my breath.
What was he doing back here? What does he want?
I refused to let him think that he affected me in ways I couldn’t explain.
I refused to let him think that I was affected by the way that red-haired bitch ran into his arms.
Girlfriend?
Ex?
Lover?
I wondered.
As much as would love to admit, I knew she must be someone really important to him. The way his arms protectively wrapped around her… the same arms that held her while he pleasured her in the garden.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t register the footsteps behind me. My gaze, which was cast low, slowly raised.
“So, you are Elena, right?”
It was her. The girl from earlier. I realized, as my eyes widened slightly.
I felt my fingers clench, and I brought them to the front, not wanting her to see my agitation.
Dressed in a ridiculously pink designer jumpsuit, I wanted to believe… to assure myself that she looked like a clown. But the lady standing at my back was a beauty.
Her features were small and delicate, with a pointed nose and curly red hair.
I heaved a sigh, tearing my gaze from her, as I proceeded to arrange my hair which was ruffled so badly.
“You should learn to knock when you step into someone’s room,” I said, as I tried to make my voice sound calm.
I couldn’t see her… I definitely didn’t wanna look at her, but I could tell she was staring daggers at me.
She scoffed, “That wasn’t an answer to my question, but as Angelo’s slut, I wouldn’t have expected much.”
That got me jerking my head back, as I immediately turned my body to face her.
“Excuse me!?”
She was calm. She seemed calm. Too calm for my liking in fact, and it irked me so much.
A small smile grazed her lips, and she glanced around the room, “Oh, how I’ve missed this place.”
“Excuse me!?” I yelled at her again, “Did you just call me a slut!?”
Her nonchalant expression made me furious. And just when I thought she might have a disorder, her expression morphed.
“I saw him fucking you, you know,” she suddenly said, and I felt my heart skip a beat, ” I saw the way you screamed and thrashed like a whore as his cock drilled into you.”
My mouth practically flew open at her words, completely caught off guard.
“Tell me…” She took a few steps forward, “How was it? How did it feel to have occasional sex with Angelo Fabian? How does it feel to be opportune to step foot into this mansion!!”
Who the fuck was this deranged woman?
Who the fuck does she think she is?
With every word she spoke, her voice raised. Her forehead creased in a frown, and in that moment, she had transformed from a sweet beautiful girl to an annoyed little brat.
She had just called me a whore. A slut!
No!
I wouldn’t have this bitch do that to me as well.
“You have no fucking right…” I began, seething as rage consumed me, but I was suddenly cut short, by a loud stinging smack on my cheek.
“You would NOT use that tone with me, you worthless slut!” she shrieked, and my eyes widened, as I gaped at her.
I could hardly process what she had done, as my ears were still ringing when she felt her mere inches in front of me.
My hair was suddenly pulled backward, tugging it painfully from the root, as she forced me to stare into her eyes.
“For your damned information. I am the only woman Angelo prioritizes. You are nothing but a cheap slut, he probably picked from the club or the gutters, and you should know your pl…”
I swung my hand forward, and I grabbed a hold of her red hair. Before she could blink, just as her hand on mine, slackened, I returned the fucking slap she gave earlier.
“You have no right to lay your stinking hands on me, you spoilt brat!”
I struck my hands forward again, my emotions going haywire, as I struck her other chin.
She was stunned, as she gaped at me, her mouth opening and closing at every interval.
I didn’t fucking know she was, but I knew she had no right to call me names or lay a hand on me.
The audacity!!
Like I had chosen to be here in the first place!
For spite’s sake, and because she had made it blatantly obvious that she had something going on with Angelo, I leaned in towards her.
She was still staring at me with wide eyes, like she didn’t believe I could speak to her, or lash back at her.
“Oh, girl… you haven’t met me yet. You should have done your research so well, then maybe you would have realized that I am not one that you should mess with, just because Angelo brought me here. And to answer your question…” I made sure we were at eye level, and she was staring directly at me, as I spoke, “Sex with Angelo is mind-blowing. Addictive. I enjoyed every moment of it, and he does as well….”