For two torturous weeks, Arcangelo had been drowning in work.
He could not leave for anywhere except on business errands, he hardly had any tim
Rosalie found herself gagged and bound to a chair. Her dress torn and ripped as the ropes dug into her skin, bound her to the wooden structure. The room she was held in smelt like mold and the air was stale like the fresh air hadn't been inside for years. The interior was dark and dingy with a single light overhead.
Rosalie rubbed her eyes tiredly as she turned off the television, glancing at her phone; she noticed it to be 4 a.m. After dinner, she had told Arcangelo that she wanted to watch a movie, and him being him, he didn't refuse and watched a movie with her. One movie turned into two and the next thing she knew, they had watched three movies. Sighing, Rosalie turned to look at Arcangelo, about to ask him why he didn't remind her of the time.
Arcangelo sat slumped on the sofa, rubbing his forehead to try and alleviate the headache pounding against his skull as he muttered incoherently under his breath. He jumped in surprise when something cold touched his hand, glancing up, he offered Vincent a weak smile as he took the glass of scotch offered to him.
Rosalie sat in bed beside Arsenio as they both talked over a storybook. Arcangelo had to attend a call, so the little boy took the opportunity of having her read a bedtime story to him.
"I don't see the point in attacking the main defense before the first line." Vincent shrugged as he peered over the plan placed on Arcangelo's office table. "That's all."
Arcangelo layon his stomach, watching Rosalie sleeping beside him.
Thegaping woundto Arcangelo's side gave him trouble throughout. He felt p
The warmth of her surroundings was what awoke Rosalie; that and the horrid dryness of her throat. With a soft grunt, she blinked her eyes open, instantly recognizing the pungent smell of a hospital disinfectant before her vision had even cleared.