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

"Really? Not even a little bit?" She asked with a hint of astonishment. "Angelo come on, you must feel something towards the child."

He huffed a little in irritation and spoke in a harsher tone. "Asking me again and again the same question would be to change the answer. You have an answer, keep it."

"But he is a child. Your child!' she stressed the words trying her best to make a difference but achieved nothing. The man was made of stone.

So she resigned from the topic and leaned back on the couch. this day had been long and hard on her and now she wanted nothing more but to rest.

She could even feel a headache coming away.

But she still wanted to know more. So was a subtle tone she continued the conversation. "Did you never think of marrying the mother of your child?" It was logical. A child would have a better and more stable home and atmosphere to grow up in.

"I did." He answered but said nothing more after that.

Chapter One hundred and Eighty-three