Infatuation Of Darkness

"Why would you want to be married to a murderer?!" She yelled at him with her shoulders pulled back. She was ready for a fight.

Angelo frowned immediately as he heard it. Was that what was going on in her mind all this time? That made him satisfied. He was banking on it all along.

"Honey," he Chuckled. "What do you think I do for a living?" He asked with a small teasing smile. He would enjoy the expression she would have when she finally figured out what she had said and to whom.

She looked away before arguing, "How is any of that relevant—oh!" It hit. He did murder people daily. But he didn't kill people for small things he killed them for business and that was the difference.

"But," she tried to find the differences between the two scenarios. "You—you have to do it for what you do." it made no sense so she tried to explain further, "like to protect your organisation or yourself! And—"

"Stop."

"But it has a meaning.." she rambled on.

Angelo scratched his eyebrow with a cringed. By now she had no idea about what she was talking about, she was just rambling stuff.

Taking a hold of her shoulders firmly, he shook her hard enough to get the point across and also to bring her back to reality. "Stop talking, especially if you have no idea about what you are talking." He said. "My murdering people does not have a meaning sometimes for the slightest mistake that I kill them but that does not ever give it a meaning and, you and I will be different."

"Different how?" She asked with her voice wavering, "at the end of the day I killed someone."

"That you did," Angelo agreed. "But accepting it is a part of reality. Now tell me what is it that you are thinking about it?"

Alexis stared at him. Should she tell him or not? Would there be a point in telling him anything? He killed for a living, so how would her concerns be of any concerns to him?

"I don't want to go to jail," she admitted. "I do not want to go to jail after killing a man that harassed people and was immune to everything because of the money and power he had." She said as she sniffed a little. "Someone is going to say that I murdered him, please do not let me go to jail." She begged.

With her fragile state of mind, Angelo sure as hell was not going to let her go. He was going to do just the opposite, he was going to keep her near him and take advantage of the situation she was in.

"Never!" He said as he gathered her in his arms, "my love, never would I let you go to jail."

Kissing her softly on the forehead and cheeks, he continued, "I love you and I would never let anyone send you to jail. I am going to protect you at all costs. Which is why I am asking you to sign this contract if I ever cheat on you, I think you deserve someone better than me."

"Really? You will not let anyone send me to jail?" She asked. "And sign the contract too? why?" This did not make any sense. Why would he, out of all the people, be so generous? 

"Because I love you," he whispered, looking into her eyes. "Which is why I want the best for you. I am sorry that I was physical with you and that really it to gave me quite a scare. I am trying to make things right and all I need is your signature for it and your support."

He stared into her eyes without any hesitation, his breathing was steady too. He gave her an answer that was seemed to be true.

He was saying the truth.

Loudly breathing for courage, she dropped her shoulders and her toughened facial expression dropped, "give me the pen Please." She held out her hand.

Smiling, he did so. Wherever she found his signatures she signed her name as well. The contract was what she had drafted and she knew what was written in there so she did not bother to read.

"Here," she closed the papers and kept the pen over it. "Thank you, Angelo." She looked like she was ready to cry again.

Angelo closed the distance between them and kissed her lips. He hurriedly did so and she returned it with equal vigour. Bending down a bit he pulled her up and wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her back against the vanity cabinet with her hands roaming and touching every part of her skin. 

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Breathing heavily, she tried to calm herself down. Sweat lingered on her body and his chest. He was a little out of breath too.

This time he had been hard and rough with her. To be honest she enjoyed it. She loves it. 

"I have to say," he huffed taking her attention. "Dad was right. Angry sex is the best."

"What?" Getting up, she gawked at him as he was lying down. "You—wait who discusses sex with their fathers?"

He smirked making her a little more wet, "Honey, mine called me a co*blocker. I told you that." He pointed.

With her mouth open from, she stared at him, "you truly are impossible.." she muttered. Shaking her head she crawled out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" He pulled back.

"I need to get ready," she pulled away. "And so do you." She gave him a pointed look and went to the bathroom.

Watching her close the door, he got up and wore his boxers. Taking his phone he called a number and simultaneously opened the door and handed the papers to a guard.

"Hello?"

"Spector, it's done." Angelo went straight to the point. "Have it legalised as soon as possible?"

"You got it."

And Angelo hung up. This thing was off the list and now he could take the next one.

Going to the closet, he took out the gift.. It was time to be Charming.