Infatuation Of Darkness

"Angelo?" She whispered not sure if it was happening or not. His body shook and tiny sobs rang out.

Her heart melted. "Angelo." She pulled him even closer and cried along with him. "I think it kno—"

"I don't know what to do." He wheezed out and she frowned.

"What?"

He pulled back and sniffed. Standing up and he wiped his tears and she saw his reddened eyes. He looked at her and for a moment she felt her heart stop. "I don't know what to do. I feel like I want to kill you." He whispered. 

"Me?" She gawked at him. "Me?! What did I do?" She asked in shock as her voice rose a bit.

He laughed and shook his head. "The bullet had your name on it. It was meant for you." He revealed. "I checked the fucking tapes and guess what, the shot was meant for you. My mother stepped to the side and in front of you taking the bullet with her." He closed the distance between them and held her shoulders tightly making her wince. "You! It was meant for you!" He yelled at her face. 

Thousands of emotions went through her and she stared at him with wide eyes and her mouth opened.

She could not believe it. A bullet for her? And Isabelle, of all, took it?

"No. . ." She whispered, tears coming to her eyes. That couldn't be true. Her fate was cruel but it couldn't be that much.

It would too much for her. She should have died. 

"I had Samantha check it. She did something and zoomed into her face. It was Madison, from years ago, your enemy killed my mother!" He yelled at her, glaring at the woman who was responsible for it all.

"Get out!" He barked and then pointed at the door. "Get the fuck out!" She flinched at how high his voice roared and she looked away in fear. He was glaring at her with his red eyes and it scared the hell out of her.

"Angelo," she tried to talk. "Pl—"

"Get the fuck out!" He charged towards her making her shift back. Grabbing her hand, he harshly dragged her to the door. "I have never regretted anything but I fucking regret marrying you!" He threw her out of the room making her fall on the floor and banged the door shut at her.

She remained still on the floor not knowing what to do. Slowly she pulled herself up but continued to sit on the floor wondering what had happened.

Isabelle took a bullet for her? But she couldn't have known. So, it was fate or was she to blame here? This worsened the eight on her shoulders.

"Mama," her breath hitched as she heard the small voice. She looked up to see Lucas standing there while being half-hidden by his door. When her eyes met hers, he came running to her and knelt to hug her. "Mama."

She slowly wrapped her arms around him and gently cooed, "Hi baby. You are meant to be sleeping."

She could feel him shake slightly, he was scared. "I heard papa being scary and then I saw you. I hate him." He grumbled with tears coming to his eyes.

Damn it, he had seen the whole thing. She closed her eyes and sighed. That was her worst nightmare.

After she had thrown a vase at him and stood up against him, it had been a smooth ride. He talked it out with her and had never come close to raising his hand.

She felt another pair of small arms, barely covering her form, wrapping around her. She opened her eyes and saw Salvatore around her.

"Baby, you too, are meant to be asleep." She frowned but hugged him. She didn't know what else to say. 

"I saw it, momma," he sniffed, "I too hate papa."

She sighed and pulled apart. "Come on babies, let's get you to bed." She held their hand moved to their bedrooms.

"Can we sleep with you?" Salvatore asked in a tiny voice and her heart melted. She needed a little comfort too. So, she nodded. 

She pulled apart and held their hands taking them to the guest room not wanting to even look at their father.

"Sleep, children." She sighed as she laid in the middle with them cuddling to her. The lifelines she could hold onto.

"Psst,"

Alexis smiled as her eyes remained closed. "Come on, Rosie." The baby girl climbed in too and held onto her mother and brothers.

"We must not. . . " A tear of happiness left her eyes as her kids chanted their night mantra on their own.

*****

Her clothes and belongings had been taken and put away in the guest room and it had tripled the feeling of her humiliation.

Fine, if he wanted to go then she had no problems with it.

"Agatha," the maid looked at her, "Change this room with the room next to my children. I don't even want to look at his face."

When Agatha unlike her usual self did not reply immediately Alexis turned to look at her. The resistance on her face was clear.

"What did he say?"

Agatha gulped, "That you would stay in this room only."

Something was stuck in her throat maybe that is why she didn't reply and simply left the room.

Her children and shit of a husband are already at the time table waiting for her. Angelo was riding his newspaper and God forbid if Alexis did not make small jabs at him.

"Good morning my babies," she kissed each one of them and then took the plate out of the maid's hand and served her three children.

A chorus of thank you, mama, rang out and her heart warmed.

She took her seat and the chef served her as she looked around. "Where is Gabrielle?" She didn't turn to her husband rather asked the maid about it.

"He is in his room, Madam." She said.

"Did he wake up?" To which the maid nodded. "And? Did he come out?"

She shook her head negatively.

Alexis who had earlier picked up her spoon to eat placed it down next to her plate and excused herself.

There was one family member who was missing at the dining table and god forbid if she was going to leave him alone.. Also maybe it was the right time to tell Gabrielle about what Angelo had revealed to her last night.