LOGINAngelicaMy eyes widen and it’s like I’ve sobered up just staring at his hazel ones.His face is set in a deep scowl, rage evident from his flared nose and ticking jaw.For the first time I’m not the object of his anger—and still, my heart hammers against my ribcage in fear. His eyes are locked on the man behind me who is still standing too close. Noticing, I take one step sideways, gauging Marciano’s reaction. He doesn’t budge, so I take another.With one stride, he eliminates the space between him and the man, whose face I’m only just seeing as I turn. “Next time you won’t be so lucky.”Then his gaze comes down to meet mine and I gulp, biting the inside of my lower lip to stay composed. The guys scamper around, and suddenly it’s like they were never here. Maybe it’s because my senses are heightened, but the smell of him surrounds me, infiltrating my mind and body.“I promise you they just came!” Bella says, and the other women nod. Not that he can see them because his eyes are l
AngelicaNo matter how hard I tried, coming to terms with what Nadine did to me proved difficult.I promised myself I wouldn’t dwell on it, that I wouldn’t let it bother me, but I couldn’t keep my promise.It makes me wonder just what would’ve happened to me in Brown Hill if I had never left, how easily they could have killed me and made it seem like an accident.That’s why in a way I’m not surprised that it’s been two days yet Nicolas has remained quiet, and there’s no doubt he already knows about the situation. I haven’t heard from Nadine either, and no one will tell me what was done or where she is. Especially Marciano.It’s almost like he made it his life’s mission to ignore me. When I asked him yesterday he took a slow drag of his cigar and puffed the air out before saying; “She won’t bother you anymore.”A frustrated sigh escapes my lips as I drop the dress I’m holding to the ground, letting my arms hang limply at my sides.Lifting my eyes, I catch my reflection in the mirror.
Angelica“Nadine?” Her eyes meet mine and they widen, raw fear evident in them. She tries to stand, but I unconsciously take a step back at the same time Marciano takes a step forward, folding his arms, his hard gaze on her.I blink up at him, shocked, but also worried. What kind of reaction is that?“Come.” Marina pulls me to a couch. I sit, looking around the spacious living room if there are any other surprises lurking. Like Nicolas.“What’s going on?” I whisper to Marina who is seated right next to me. She taps on my hand that’s still linked with hers and lets out a breath.“I think we’re waiting for your father,” she says, her voice low. So I wasn’t wrong.“Though I’m not sure. Marc’s been trying to reach him.”At the mention of Nicolas, Nadine’s head snaps towards our direction, her eyes popping.“Please don’t let him come here. He-he’s not even available. He went on a trip,” she cries.Just from her voice alone, I can tell she’s scared of the outcome.Specifically Nicolas’s r
Angelica “What?” I stare wide-eyed at the bodyguard in front of me. I’m not sure what his name is, but I’ve heard the others call him Gypsy. “Don has requested your presence in the main house,” he repeats, word for word without stuttering. I blink multiple times, confused. I was already in bed, eyes closed and slowly drifting into dreamland when I heard the knock. I found it more annoying because it’s the first time in the past three days that I’m finally able to sleep. “I heard that, but I mean why? Did I—” I begin but stop. He wouldn’t know why Marciano asked for me, and even if he did know, I have a feeling he wouldn’t tell me. So I step away from the door frame, take a deep breath, force a fake smile, then nod. “Okay. How am I getting there?” “Ky is downstairs.” “I’ll change and be right there.” I turn and head back to my room, changing into a maxi dress. “Where’s my phone?” I ask myself, lifting my pillow and duvet, but I don’t find it. It’s not in the bathroom eithe
(Double POV moment) Angelica Over the last few days, I’ve been more confined than I ever was in Brown Hill. At least then, I knew what was happening. Here, I don't. I would've preferred for Marciano to lock me up in my room and tell me directly that I cannot go anywhere, rather than give me a false sense of freedom—letting me move around, yet not even allowing me to sit on the balcony without being ordered back inside. Men now stand guard by the door outside, and Marina even let me know when she came by yesterday that guards are now manning the entrance as well. But that's not all. Marciano has refused to take a step out of this house in the past three days, taking whatever calls and having his meetings from right here. That's still not the worst of it. He went as far as to reduce my interaction with Marina and revoke her ability to take me out of the house. He'd even sat right next to her when she came yesterday, and only left after she declared she wasn't having it. We were
MarcianoI should’ve told Mitchell about the Bratva’s possible involvement. It would’ve sped things up… if I was right. But I’m not dealing in facts, just instincts.And instincts don’t hold up in investigations. If they’re involved, he’ll uncover it himself.A particular rhythmic knock sounds on the door, and even before I respond, Leo walks in, one hand in his pocket and a drink in the other.I came to my club from the golf course to oversee some renovations that will be made to the game room, so clients can play more comfortably. But instead of doing what I came here for, I stayed locked up in my office, lost in thought.“How’d it go?” Leo asks, dropping his drink on the table, then he unbuttons his suit jacket before sitting. I shake my head in response.“Another wall.” “Fuck!” He spits. “Did he say anything that makes sense though?” I shake my head.“We have the same suspicions. There’s a mole selling information, no one knows what they’re after. Motives are unclear.”He runs h







