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The Pensive Gentleman 96.
Marciano “Do we have guys currently in Paris?” I whip my head towards Leo and Sergio. Leo nods.“We should. If not someone should be close by,” he replies. “Good. Reach out to everyone. I want Ronan’s location before noon today,” I tell him, then turn to Pietro who has since gone quiet.“Clear this shit up.” He nods quickly, moving like it’s the most important mission he’s ever been on.Leo, Sergio, and I wait around for a few minutes while the boys dispose of all the bodies, including that of the last Russian left. While they’re cleaning, I take out my phone and dial Gypsy’s number. He picks up on the first ring.“Good morning, Don.” “Where is my wife?” I feel the change in his mood even through the phone. He sounded drowsy before, but his voice is sharp when he says, “Sir? She should probably be inside sleeping.” “Confirm,” I order. “She’s supposed to be in my bedroom.” “Yes, Don.” He stays on the call as he moves around, opening doors, then he stops and everything goes pi
The Pensive Gentleman 95.
Marciano Soft snores escape her lips. She’s deep in her sleep, her legs intertwined with mine, her fingers on my chest. The scent of vanilla filters through my nose, and I unconsciously squeeze her tight in my arms. She’s so small, but she’s somehow consumed me. I exhale and unwrap my arms from around her. She instantly lets out a sound of discomfort, most likely from the lack of warmth. I lift the cover to her chest and gently tuck her in, even going so far as to adjust her pink bonnet, which had shifted in the process.“Che diavolo sto facendo?” (What the hell am I doing?) I whisper to myself, shaking my head as I grab my phone and move away from the bed to my closet. The call from earlier this afternoon was Pietro. I’d canceled the call because not only has the bastard not earned the privilege to call me directly, but I didn’t want to take my eyes off Angelica for one second.He sent a text shortly after saying he has some goodies to deliver, which is slang for prisoners. It’s
The Pensive Gentleman 94.
Angelica Marciano turns around, but he does it so nonchalantly like it’s the last thing he wants to do right now. I turn around too, putting my back to him as I quickly throw the paper into my laundry basket, then I grab the first thing that catches my eyes to cover myself with.It’s a flimsy, baby-pink outer dress for one of my nightdresses. “What do you want?” I fumble with the ropes, wrapping them around myself. And by the time I turn around, Marciano is right beside me, staring intently with a hazy look in his eyes. I shift backward a little.“What is it? Did I do something?” I ask, furrowing my brows at him.His eyes trail down the length of me, from my eyes, then my nose, they linger on my lips but go down further to my chest.I clear my throat and at first his eyes don’t move, they remain right there, then slowly they return to my face.He arches a brow and I wrap my arms around my chest immediately, narrowing my eyes at him. His gaze then hardens as though he just remembe
The Pensive Gentleman 93.
Angelica “I think I’ll just go how I came,” I tell Marciano as we get to where the cars are parked outside. I can feel Bella and a few others staring at us from behind—no surprises there when I was practically dragged out of the mansion, following behind Marciano like a lost puppy.“With Gypsy and Ky,” I add, and watch how Marciano’s face morphs into a deep frown. He can’t possibly think I’ll ride with him after what just happened inside, after he tried to kiss me, and I almost let him do it.“No. You’re coming with me, and I won’t repeat myself.” I swallow hard, staring up at him. He doesn’t seem affected in the slightest bit, while my heart is beating in my stomach. Loud and hard.I hate it. But what I hate even more is that I only stand and watch him with my lips slightly parted, with nothing to say.“Come this way.” He starts moving towards a black Lamborghini parked at an angle that suggested patience wasn’t one of Marciano’s virtues coming here today.“But.” He stops, looki
The Pensive Gentleman 92.
Angelica “Oh my God, finally! Where have you been Angie? I tried calling you countless times yesterday!” Bella blares into my ear. I pull my phone away from my ear, and I still hear her clearly. “I just needed some time to rest,” I tell her. After my impulsive text to Alex—which he couldn’t believe— I jumped straight into studying so I wouldn’t have to think of anything. In doing so, I put my phone on airplane mode and only left my room when I was hungry.“Yeah, I heard you went to the hospital again. Are you alright? Do you want me to come nurse you?” “No need, Bella. Your focus should be on the wedding. Marina told me you traveled to Paris?”“Yeah, and I’m back. Honestly, that’s why I called. I’m at the main house right now, and I wanted to come see you.”I brush back my rough hair, trying to make it look okay enough.“I’m just about to leave for the salon.”“What if you come to the main house? I can have my stylist come fix you up here. Please Angie. I really miss you.” With a
The Pensive Gentleman 91.
Angelica It feels like déjà vu waking up in Marciano’s room even though I’m a little confused about how I got here. The last thing I remember is that Marciano and I were talking in the living room, and that’s it. Spreading my arm out, I touch the empty side of the bed. It’s cold and without wrinkles, like no one slept on that side throughout the night. My brows furrow deeply. But how? Did he not sleep in here? Or did he not stay the night? I tell myself it doesn’t matter, but I deliberately stroll into the kitchen for a glass of water to check if he’s there. He’s not. Marching back to my room now feels like a humiliation ritual even though no one’s watching me. I head into the bathroom first for a hot shower. I didn’t have one yesterday, and I feel a certain prickling in my body, which is funny because when Marina offered to let me shower at hers, I declined. The hot water cascades down my body, leaving a burning trail everywhere it touches, but I don’t mind it. It hurts
The Pensive Gentleman 41.
MarcianoI acted on impulse. Again.The only two times I’ve done it were because of my pretending little wife, who knows just what to do and what to say to rile me up.Fuck.I run my fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots until it stings. In that moment, I could barely think straight when
The Pensive Gentleman 40.
Angelica “There is no such reason,” Nicolas says, his voice tight with annoyance, then he leans back into his seat, his dark eyes trained on Marciano. “Though now it seems you came looking for something.” My eyes widen, shock filling my whole body. I don’t turn to see the look on Marciano’s face
The Pensive Gentleman 39.
Angelica"My father changed it to dinner at a restaurant," I say to Marciano over the phone. I'm surprised he picked up at all. Today is the Saturday we picked to visit Brown Hill. I texted Nicolas about it last night, and this morning he changed the plans. Marciano is silent for a moment, then f
The Pensive Gentleman 38.
Angelica"And who the fuck gave you permission to bring strangers into my house?"I swallow. Hard."I warned her, Signor," the old maid cries from behind the glass doors. Marciano arches a brow."You think yourself the mistress of this family now, do you?"Excuse me?"What do you mean?" He presses
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