Emily was upset with him, and there was no doubt in Angelo's mind that she was. The way she tapped her feet lightly onto his carpeted floors, how her hands rested on her luscious hips, and the frown on her face, Angelo was in trouble, and it was best to think of a way to escape it as soon as possible.
"My love, I thought you were sleeping," he told her, plastering a light smile. His night had been hectic, and not finding the person who had been sabotaging his business deal was far worse, and even with all that, he could not bear to tell Emily the truth.
Emily looked at Angelo from head to toe; he had always been mysterious, and all around him knew that. She was not delusional about the man she was sleeping with; he was Don, and often, Don did what the law considered illegal.
"You did not kill anyone, did you?" Emily asked in a low and concerned tone of voice. Angelo raised his eyebrow, confused about how Emily had reached such a conclusion.