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

Thank you for bearing with me. This break actually (kinda) disrupted the flow but I am back!

She wore an emerald green dress with shoulder pads. It made her feel confident and strong, it was always with the shoulder pads, they seemed to be like her armour. She straightened her back and squared her shoulders, trying her best to be confident and face the imminent doom or meet coming. She had to do it. She had to meet him.

She slipped into the heels and caught hold on her clutch, looked at herself in the mirror and have herself a good check. It had to be perfect. At least from her side.

She walked out of the room and then her house. This time she had specifically told Agatha to not come along with her and only Liam tagged along with a handful of guards.

Chapter One hundred and Ninety-two