Semua Bab The Pensive Gentleman: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Angelica “Signora. Donna Marina.”Gypsy greets the second Marina and I walk out of the room. I smile at him, feeling even more grateful when I recall being told he practically saved my life.“How are you feeling?” He asks, his voice firm and direct, but there’s warmth in it. He’s walking behind us but is quick to get the elevator.“I’m better than a few days ago,” I say as Marina and I walk in. “If you had not found me that day, I wouldn’t be here. Thank you.” Silence stretches for a few seconds before he clears his throat.“I’m glad I did. No need to thank me, Signora,” he says as he looks over his shoulder at me for a split second, then passes a slight bow before returning his gaze forward.It’s dark out, but I easily notice the bunch of guards in black suits, who are situated everywhere around the entrance to the hospital. One would think the president is coming through. But it is not. They’re here because their Don is.They part the way leading to a black SUV, and sitting behin

Marciano That scared gaze in Angelica’s eyes follows me all the way to my room as I shower and change, even to my car, where I get in and grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white.I don’t like that fucking look on her face, especially because it was directed at me.Still, with my annoyance, I turn on the ignition and drive away to my first destination for today; the hospital.If there’s anything my father did that I still commend him for, it’s buying the hospital. Our line of work borders between life and death daily, and having a hospital at your beck and call for those moments is second to none.My phone vibrates from my pocket and I take it out, ignoring the multiple pairs of eyes on me as I walk past because knowing them, it’s either one of two things. One being my scar. The other being me.The vibration is a text message from Alessandro listing a floor and room number as though he knows I just got here. Following the directions, I arrive at the room, but I find Aless

Angelica My heart sinks lower than it ever has, just staring at the text and getting pinned by his intense gaze.“It’s probably nothing,” he says, but I’m not sure if he’s trying to be reassuring or annoying with that gruff tone.You would think he’s irritated by my presence.“Yeah, probably.”“You’re due for a check-up, Angelica,” he says, unmoving from that spot, streaks of water running down his spine and chest. He’s holding the fold of his towel tight so it doesn’t fall, and he looks utterly…..I stop my thoughts by clearing my throat, unwilling to accept any physical compliments my mind tries to throw at him. It happened last night too when he took his clothes off. I’d been looking so shamelessly that I wouldn't be surprised if he caught me.His words wash over me, along with their meaning, and quickly fitting it into context, I hate to admit it, but he’s a little right. I should’ve returned to the hospital for a check-up anyways. So I nod instead of saying anything.“Whatever i

Angelica When the door behind me opens, I already know someone is here for me even before I hear the heavily accented Italian voice.“Sì, l'ho trovata.” (Yes, I’ve found her.)Gypsy.Even with his presence, I remain on the ground, tears streaming down my face one eye after the other, and I’m not sure if I can feel the breeze on my skin at all.Everything just feels…bland.Raising my eyes to the view of the city, I let out a deep breath.“Gypsy?”He takes one step forward. “Yes, Signora.”“I think I’m ready to leave.” My voice is hoarse, and just the mere act of talking hurts.He goes silent for a second then clears his throat.“Don’s going somewhere else, but I’ll let him—”I shake my head. “If he’s not going home, I don’t have to ride with him.”“Then I’ll get a car ready for you.” I listen to him walk away, and after a few minutes, he returns. “Everything is set, Signora.” When he offers his hand to help me up, I don’t refuse it because I probably would’ve failed if I attempted

Angelica “Sono dovuto correre qui perché I couldn’t say it over the phone.” (I had to run here because) The voice becomes clearer by the second, but my body doesn’t move.“It better be worth you blowing up my damn phone… all of you,” a more familiar voice says.“The Russians made a move, cuz. They tried to break Hearst out.” My eyes are shut tight, my body is unmoving, and I’m not sure what’s really happening, but I feel the change in the atmosphere even before the words register.“Thankfully Pietro figured it out since you put him on their tail.”“Where’s Hearst now?”“They took him to the warehouse.” Silence. “What are we going to do?” “Go home and pack your things, Sergio. You’re leaving for Moscow tonight.”“Moscow? You’re sending him to Moscow?” Another unfamiliar voice asks.Maybe hearing about Nicolas was a trigger, but as I force my eyes open, it works. I move on the bed.“Angelica?” I shift my gaze towards the sound of the voice. Marciano. He’s standing at the foot of th