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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 Two hundred and eighty-one

"You mean to tell me what the fucking source was anonymous?!" He yelled, "How the fuck can no camera catch that bastard?!"

He placed around the room and finally let go, "Just find it. That's not possible. Then any-some camera must have caught him." He hung up.

Nothing was making sense. How the hell did someone go by undetected by the cameras of the agency. . .unless. . . that were involved in it.

That had to be it. They dared to attack him. Angelo knew he had to do something about it but with his adventure at the agency had the media covering it, there was too much heat that he had to take care of. If he took his revenge right now there would be chaos all around.

He had to think it through.

In his life of 30 years, none of his family members had gone to jail or even called to the national security service. It was him as the first man to ever enter one with handcuffs on him.

The humiliation was real. How could-