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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.)

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Chapter One hundred and Ninety-eight

With a thick woollen sweater and jeans with a pair of good boots, she stepped out of the bedroom on the plane and moved to the seating area immediately spotting her other two companions.

She thought of what had transpired between her and Nikita. To be honest it felt like they both had pent up frustrations inside and the argument for both of them was overdue. She had no choice to agree that she had done n some mopping around too and it was more than needed. When was the time coming when she would pick herself and move forward? It felt like she had been moving in circles.

The same mistakes were being made over and over again and thus, once again the words of Nikita rang true. She was not learning and that made her see the conclusions of her mistakes over and over again.

She silently took a seat and served herself a cup of tea as Isabelle observed her.