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

He raised an eyebrow at her tilting his head as if mocking her. She had moved her finger away to his knee when he had looked at her and he had considered it to a cowardly move at her part.

raising her head a bit she, once again, moved her whole hand upwards. As she reached his mid-thigh, she stopped lightly traced circles on his thigh making him grip the cutlery even tighter. He glared at her. His mocking eyes had gone and were replaced with slight anger and a tonne of excitement. He wanted this and she knew it.

She dug her nails in making him stagger a bit.

"Everything okay?" Isabelle whispered.

"Ye-yes. It's fine." He cleared his throat and nodded at his mother. "Don't worry." He flashed her awkward smile she turned the same impression. Looking weirded out by him as well.

Oh well, who could blame his mother?

She bit back her smile and continued her assault.

Chapter Two hundred and twenty-seven