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Angelica I can’t concentrate.I’ve been going back and forth between the same two pages over the past hour now, and yet I can’t get Marciano’s angry voice out of my head. I also can’t wrap my head around why he’d been so angry.‘You’re lucky you didn’t go there to meet him, Angelica. Also very fucking lucky you didn’t try to—’He’d said. What was he going to say? That I didn’t try to do what?I close my study book, burying my head in my hands.Marciano is hard to figure out. I’ve known this, but I’ve also never been left so confused by him before.He was so angry yet he pressed into me, and held me like I belong against him.‘Don’t make me keep you locked up here again. I’m not a very patient man.’ He meant that. And that’s what scares me.Because if he decides to keep me locked up like he said, my escape from this life and this marriage might be a little more difficult.I shake my head.That can’t happen. I won’t let it. I don’t care what I have to do, but I won’t go back to living
The Pensive Gentleman 101.
Angelica “What’s with the bag?” It doesn’t immediately register that his hand is on my waist until I feel a tight squeeze urging me to respond.But I can’t. My heart is somewhere in my throat because I’ve suddenly forgotten how to speak.Marciano glowers at me, clenching his jaw. He’s furious. My grip around my bag hardens and I swallow.His gaze sweeps over the street before settling on me again. If it’s possible, he looks angrier. Scarier.“Why are you alone? Where’s Gypsy?”I can’t avoid pressing my lips together. Of all the things I thought would happen today, this one never crossed my mind.Why is he here? He said he’d be home late so I thought he was traveling. Why is he here of all places?He raises his second brow, waiting expectantly for an answer.My heart is pounding so loudly that my head hurts. I have to think of something quick.“I-I got lost…?” I respond, but it comes out more as a suggestion than a statement. Marciano moves back a little, though his hand still sit
The Pensive Gentleman 100.
Angelica I pace back and forth in the room so much the carpet should have grooves in it now.Marciano left almost forty minutes ago, but I’ve been stuck on the same thought.Weighing my options, I don’t have as many restrictions as I did before, but now there’s a higher risk of them figuring out what I’m doing.Gypsy especially.He’s indeed more protective of me than Ky is because he goes everywhere with me, but I just can’t shake the feeling that he’ll be the first to rat me out. I pause, my eyes finding Marciano’s card on the bed. “What if I tell him I’m going shopping?” I mutter. It makes sense because Marciano’s card will prove it’s totally alright, but there are barely any boutiques or shopping malls there, plus Gypsy wouldn’t let me go shopping alone.I let out a breath, already feeling defeated.“I’ll figure something out,” I say to encourage myself, but deep down I don’t think this will work. Still, I hop into the shower for a quick wash, and afterwards I get dressed in a p
The Pensive Gentleman 99.
Angelica I spring to my feet immediately, the chair scraping against the ground as I push it back, throwing my napkin on the chair.“Excuse me.” Without waiting for a response, I turn around, marching out of the room, even with my name echoing behind me. I don’t stop, even when I hear the sound of his chair moving backwards, and I don’t wait when I hear him clear his throat. I walk straight out, only to bump into our waiter.He steadies me with both arms on my shoulders, eyes wide as he stares down. I step away from him with a small nod.“Restroom,” I manage to force out, one hand over my mouth, the other on my stomach. The waiter points toward the restroom, his brows still furrowed in confusion, and I practically sprint there.My vision is blurry as I grip the first thing my hands find to steady myself. Only when I blink through the tears do I realize it’s the wash basin.Bile rises to my throat, and I grip the sink until my fingers ache.Then I hear it.“Angelica~” In a sing-son
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Angelica As I spray a sealing spray on my face, I realize that ever since Marciano told me we’d go out for dinner tonight, I didn’t worry once about meeting a crowd. Whenever Nicolas would tell me I had to come with the rest of the family, I’d always be left feeling anxious and nauseous. And it would never go away until after the event was done and I was back home. I dreaded hearing I had to leave the house.Tonight, somehow, it doesn’t feel the same.I feel the immediate tightening of my face as the spray activates, holding my makeup still. I smile at my reflection.I’m no makeup professional, but I think I did a decent job even though one of my winged liner is flying in a higher direction than the other. As someone who hasn’t practiced in a long while due to one situation or the other, I give myself some credit.With my middle finger, I wipe the edges of my lips to ensure my lip gloss is right on track without spillage. Then I let out a breath as I take a step back to see my full
The Pensive Gentleman 97.
Angelica “Is this really necessary?” I ask with a huff, my arms crossed against my chest, my eyes narrowed at the cause of my stress this morning.As expected, he doesn’t respond. He’s sitting cross-legged on the two-seater couch, taking a sip from the mug in his hand and staring down at his iPad with a squint.“Ah, excuse me Signora,” the old maid says in a voice I’ve never heard before. So calm, respectful, and very different from how I remember she sounds. She’s holding a bunch of my clothes still attached to their hangers in her hands. I move out of the way, letting her pass through into Marciano’s closet despite myself.This is my problem.I’d woken up to hushed noises, mostly from Marciano urging someone to work silently. I tried to sleep through it but when the movements became too much, I couldn’t help but open my eyes.Marciano’s room was in shambles with clothes and other accessories everywhere. When I’d asked him what was going on, he’d answered simply, in a tone that su
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Angelica “What are you doing in here?” At the sound of the voice, my heart skips a beat. And with my hand over it, I turn slowly to meet Leo’s arched brow. Is it a thing in the D’amato family to move without making a sound?“I-I um…. Nothing actually, I was only looking around with Bella.”His g
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Angelica I bite down on my index finger, staring at the back of Gypsy’s head. He’s looking outside the window, with his left arm casually sitting on his lap.Last week spoiled me. There was no Gypsy, or restrictions from any angle. I’d gone out, done what I needed, and returned. Now reality sits a
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Angelica “Ignore him, Signora. He’s mad he didn’t come with us yesterday,” Ky says with a laugh as he puts the car in drive. “He wouldn’t stop sulking about it.” “Watch your mouth, stronzo. I didn’t sulk,” Gypsy shoots back with a slight huff. I can’t help but chuckle lightly.It’s two in the aft
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Angelica “I’m—is it okay if I come over right now?” “Are you okay?” I remain silent because I’m definitely not okay. For starters, I’m freezing, soaked, and exhausted. “You know what, it doesn’t matter. It’s okay, you can come.” “Okay. Thank you,” I say into my phone just as she hangs up.
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