Inara_Me

*Dark Romance* 

"Search the name, Angelo de Alassandro." He said.

Now she was doubtful why would she have to search his name? She did it and the search was normal; it was like searching for any other business man.

But a few caught her attention.

'Angelo de Alassandro linked with the underworld.

'De Alassandro associated with the recent gun fire.'

'Another body found inside a dumpster, to be linked with the de Alassandro group.'

The links did not stop. They more she scrolled down the more she read and the more gut twisting they got. She did not know how to react with the situation especially when the man who was supposedly linked with them was sitting right next to her. She was reading them with so much attention that she did not notice Angelo standing behind her. He was enjoying her reactions and her curiosity to read more.

He bent down to her ear causing her breath to be hitched. He leisurely stroked her face and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Do you think that can be rumours?" Calmly he spoke in her ear.

"They could be," She spoke diplomatically.

He chuckled, "well, they are not." He confirmed.

(I don't stand for abuse but I need to show it for the development of my characters.)

Infatuation of Darkness

Angelo had dropped her home and gone back to his father's house saying he had some work due to being completed. Alexis knew he wanted her to question him about his whereabouts but she didn't. She nodded in return to the information he offered and said goodbye and then walked inside the house. Alexis had no right to question the man at least in her eyes till she was married to him which was in a matter of days now.

She went up the stairs and towards her room. Agatha was already there with her nightsuit out. Changing into it, she left her skincare for tonight and went to bed.

Alexis wanted to cry for how her mother had behaved. She wanted to yell at her too but she didn't. Angelo was right, her motherhood was to be questioned and not the courage of a thirteen-year-old. Unable to sleep she went downstairs to the kitchen and warmed some milk for herself. She poured it in a mug and walked back to her bedroom. She lazily sat in her ned and sipped it.

Chapter Fifty-one.