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Infatuation of Darkness

*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.)

Inara_Me · Urban
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315 Chs

Chapter Ninety-four

Angelo had come down after five minutes. Alexis had hidden her smile when he came down and looked in her direction. She kept listening to whatever Isabelle was telling her but was still looking at where Angelo.

"Anyway," Isabelle said. "Come on, dinner's ready," Isabelle yelled for everyone to hear and gather around.

The head chair was taken by Angelo's father Gabrielle. As the son put it, he might be the former Don but he was Angelo's father and he would always be the head of their little family.

"Ma ain't coming tonight?" Gabrielle asked as he didn't see his mother but everyone else sit down. He didn't seem bothered but he had to put on a show.

"No, she chose to eat in her room and rest," Nikita answered. She was the one who had called her for dinner and was denied in a quite rude way.

"Ah, well her wish." He left the matter alone. "How's the restaurant coming along, my daughters?" He asked.

"Good actually—"