Infatuation Of Darkness

There were times when she plain irritated but didn't voice it out and the others were where she would think of the outcome first. Neither of the two was happening now. She was simply too angry to think about what outcome could it possibly have.

The jet had a spiral staircase and when she had gotten up to follow him in anger the man had already climbed up. So she was quite behind and Angelo's shouting could be heard already.

"Are you fucking kidding me? How is it that a woman of seventy years, the one that needs a stick to motherfucking walk was able run away from all of you?"

'Don, Quando1 Siamo arrivati ​​lì lei era già scomparsa-' her eyes squinted at that. she didn't understand Italian and there talking pretty rapidly.

(Don, by the time we reached there, she was gone already.)

"E dove poteva essere data ?! Trova la!" Angelo yelled at them, so much so that even she who was listening on the staircase could feel her legs shivering.

(And where could have she gone?! find her!)

She didn't hear much after that. for a few moments, it was just silence. She couldn't even hear someone breathing from the room. It was as if everyone was holding their breaths in fear of what he might do next.

"Prepare everything for the funeral. Do not give anyone a chance to Dishonor my grandfather."

Funeral and grandfather?

Forgetting her plans, Alexis silently climbed down the stairs and took the seat Angelo had told her to sit on.

She had been halfway through her book when she heard his footsteps. Giving her a glance he stormed into the bedroom and she followed.

"What's wrong?" She softly asked closing the door.

"Nothing," he muttered, his thoughts wandering somewhere else.

She walked to his seated form on the bed and stood in front of him. She held his head and made him up look, then proceeded to place his head on her chest and her head over his. "what's wrong?" She asked, this time even more softly. "You know you can tell me. Perhaps, I am the only one who won't judge."

Give in, she prayed. If he did then whatever progress they had made, some of it was still there.

"I.." he sighed. "My grandfather's death. His wife shot him." His wife, not a grandmother.

"Are you sure? That could be someone else. She must know of the consequences it would bring."

Angelo shook his head, right in between her boobs, he had managed to snuggle. "I don't know. She had a foot in the coffin anyway due to her age, I wonder what made her think of doing it."

'I think I know.' She didn't voice it out. It was obvious why she did it. Her mental strength for all these years had finally given in and she snapped.

That was what her future seemed like. She looked down at the man who was bowing his head to her. The irony of it. He didn't even see it from her point of view.

He was bowing his head to her and she to had to make sure that it continued to happen without him having any kind of knowledge about it.

Surprisingly look it had been calm during the entire flight or what looks like half of it. They have to stop for refuelling of the jet and since that was going to take hours and still had decided to stay at the nearest hotel along with his crew.

Which honestly seemed like a better option to her.

They stayed in three suites, all of which had at least three bedrooms and Agatha and to God stayed with them in their suite. Lucas was sleeping and between the both of them. The boy of 2 years was completely drained of energy and was sleeping in the middle of the bed unknown to the tensions rising in the room.

Angelo had been on call relentlessly which has led Alexis to call his brother and ask him to take charge for a while. Silvano had readily agreed to it.

"You shouldn't have done that." He commented after Silvano had told him that he was taking charge. They were currently on the balcony drinking.

She shook her head. "Your grandfather has been murdered by his wife. I think if anything you need rest to think tomorrow."

He scoffed. "Watch do you take me for? I have dealt with more pressurizing situations than these, where I had to read my family into war."

Alexis didn't comment on that. She knew then to do so. Something, where she did not know about, was not to be commented on.

"I think I know why Julia shot her husband." She chose to touch that instead.

"Why?" He poured himself another glass.

She smiled a little and turned to him. "Every woman has a level of patience, some have it more than others. In comparison to me, I would say that Julia had an astounding level." She then turned and looked up into the sky, "She snapped, Angelo. She snapped. Her patience snapped. Her strength snapped."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Clueless, just how men were. "Woman is full of wonders and one of those wonders is the level of patience and tolerance that we have. Julia tolerated the abuse both mental and physical and whatnot from her husband relentlessly through the years which made her power-hungry." She dared to step closer and stare back into his dark eyes. "Power-hungry because she wanted a bit of control in her life that everyone had except her. Do you know why should was not afraid of killing her husband? The one who was a former Don?"

He just rose a brow at that.

She chuckled and answered. "Because those women have nothing to lose." She topped even closer, stared into his eyes and spoke with her lips against his, barely touching yet causing sensations. "And for that, I would advise YouTube very of that woman. Because the one who has nothing to lose will play without any rules." Something flashed in his eyes and she knew exactly what it was. 

Score's even Julia. Now the warrant's out for you.