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

The drowsiness from sleep went away and she slowly became aware of her surroundings. She twisted from her side to her back and looked at the ceiling. They hadn't reached their destination and it had been more than ten hours or so.

She had changed into a silk nightsuit and gone to bed but that was with Angelo and now, he wasn't there. She breathed in and out loudly and then rolled out of bed. Wave dizziness hit her and she cursed for standing up so quickly after that she made her way to the bathroom.

She freshened up and went to the sitting area where she found Angelo. He had his laptop open.

"When did you wake up?" She asked sitting down in front of him with her legs folded under her bottom.

"An hour maybe," he seemed uncertain himself. After typing for a few minutes, he closed the laptop shut and looked at her. "Hungry?" His wife deserved all of his attention.

"No, not yet?" She asked, not sure for it herself.

Chapter Sixty-one