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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 Sixty-seven

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Alexis was awkwardly looking at the couple in front of her. They were talking with their eyes or maybe it was telepathically. Whatever it was, she didn't really like being left out.

So, what should she do? Break glass or..?

"Ahem." She coughed a bit and they broke apart looking down, here and everywhere else.

"Anyway, " Gabrielle said, "I think you should get ready. You should um..." He moved his hands around trying to find a better word. "Uh.."

"What?" Isabelle questioned. "You always do this. How am I supposed to know what are you saying by these expressions?" She complained. Gabrielle had a habit of forgetting words which he had picked up recently in retirement. He tried to make actions of the words that he wanted to say. Isabelle felt like she had been playing charades for years now.