I stare at the monitor of Ethan's laptop in my room, brainstorming how to finish his work. Now that I'm the owner, I officially decided to continue the book.
Unexpectedly... and unfortunately he stopped writing at the peak of the two leading characters' heated scene. I'm actually surprised that I no longer blush reading this kind of genre. I have always read Ethan's book before he sends it to his editor. He will ask me what I think about it and sometimes ask for suggestions.
He had gone for teacher and student, doctor and patient, the typical ones like boss and secretary. The pending book was about the driver and his boss. Apparently, he had this idea when we asked Avery on how she met her husband. Except that the driver here is a guy and his boss was a cold hearted lady. And
I ignored his movement and instead asked him another question. "Why does Avery call you Angelo?"He stopped midway, almost hovering me. He leaned back only to sit beside me and annoyingly too close for my comfort. He rested his back languidly on the backrest, placing his right arm behind me."Everyone who knew me calls me Angelo, a nickname that grew on me. My men call me capo or don and there are some who call me Sol. As for the answer to your question, I have my men here but I try to be discreet and not give away who I am. They are blending in and trying to act like normal citizens here. But if something goes wrong, they will in no doubt act instantaneously. And they basically just await my orders.” He shrugs. “Trust me, amore, you don't want to know or see them."
“Do you want me to apologize, amore?”I try to ignore him. He was sitting on the kitchen island waiting for his dinner. I’m no longer in the mood for our usual banter. I’d rather ignore his assiness. What he said this morning was below the belt and it very much offended me.“Amore… speak. I dislike being ignored.” His tone changed. It was cold and hard.I paused, having second thoughts whether to reply to him or not but the obvious edge in his voice made me do so. “I don’t want your apology. Not when it’s shallow.” My voice was low and rough.He chuckled, deep and reverberating. “It’s not like I care, amore, but I figured yo
“I met people who're as innocent as an angel like you…” His clear water eyes peering at me heatedly. “…but they’d still point a gun at me.”I rolled my eyes. “Well, have you ever wondered why?” He raised a brow when he noticed a hint of sassiness. “What you are, said so.” I sighed. “These things didn’t cross my mind at all...” I waved my hands trying to mean the things that involve him and the mafia. “...when you weren’t in my life. Although I was mourning, I was content. You came and changed everything.” I pursed my lips together. “I trust Avery and your promise that you won’t do anything to hurt me. That’s the only thing that's keeping me sane here.”“I need to step up my game then.&rdq
“I feel like these tattoos have meanings… do they?” I looked at him while expecting an answer.“Dante Adriano Sol Di Angelo.” He uttered his name slowly. He was stroking his fingers while describing its meanings. “These two are angel wings. Di Angelo. My uncle used to call me Sol. He said the nickname suited me since I will be the head of the family in the future. It means sun. I assume you know how the sun works in the universe.” He jokes.I chuckle. “Yes, the one that has the biggest head and messy hair.”He laughs, one that came from the heart. It was the first time that I heard him laugh genuinely. He always just chuckles or that famous playboy smirk of his. I think his laugh will be my second favorite
“And you’re here because?” While crossing his arms, leaning back to his chair.“How are you, Stef? I haven’t seen you in years.” I asked instead, purposely ignoring his question.“The last time we met was my father’s birthday, Angelo, which was last year. Now, don’t ignore my question.”“Well, I never saw you at the party. I mean it’s hard to find each other when the Ranallo mansion in Italy is more like a palace-”“Angelo.” He warned.“You know just because you’re the eldest child of the entire family doesn’t give you the right to
“I’m going.” While checking the phone and wallet in my jeans before leaving.Dante was sitting languidly on the couch while scrolling on his smartphone.“Okay. Let’s go.” He stood and walked towards the door. My eyes widened at his intention.“Wait, wait. Hold up, hold up.” His hand stopped midair while reaching the doorknob. “What are you doing?”“I’m driving you to the mall.” I eyed him in disbelief. He sighed. “Come on. Your dress is waiting for you.”“Why?”“Because I
“Did you not get the hint, coglione?!” A growl made me jump off my spot.“Dante!” I called as soon as I turned and faced him.“Scram! Or I’ll fucking cut off your tongue.” Dante threatened my newly found friend. I could feel William’s fear, sweat glistening on his forehead.“Dante! What are you doing threatening him like that?” Dante only glowered at me.“Ah. See you around, Hailynn.” Dante almost lunged at him before he scurried away. My hand was pressed against his hard chest, careful not to let him go after William. I looked around and noticed that people are looking at us.
Not a second longer, a pair of hands snaked around my waist. Addison and Ivy both looked at me simultaneously. They grinned and winked while dancing with their partners, probably they met on the dance floor. I had a hint why they grinned. I whirled around to find out who those hands belong to and I was right.He was hot. The reason for their grins.He smiled when our eyes met. A pair of dimples decorated his smile. He was tall and ripping with muscles but not to the point that would ruin his proportion. His hair was swept back with gel. I wanted to know the color of his eyes but the dim lights didn’t help.I swayed with him when I realized he was dancing slowly with me. I was really busy judging his features. Who could blame me? He was undeniably a