L'Angelo

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛..𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑦𝑒 𝑎𝑦𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚~~ 𝑖𝑣𝑦𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠

Sophia

Dinner was silent like usual and Lola did most of the talking, papa like usual.. stuffed two loaves of bread into his mouth and stood up, signalling Enzo to do the same, which he did... regardless of the scowl that covered his face.

"They never stay, do they?" Nonna sighed.

"No, they don't." Lola completed, as she became quiet this time.

Dinner was quick, unlike the usual where Nonna would make sure we finish every crumps.

I retired to my bed and my phone popped up.

I smiled, sliding into my message box.

"You've missed a lot." From Earl.

"You're missing a lot, sweetie. We just left Russia." Another from Silvana.

"Yeah, yeah. I know how much I'm missing." I said, a smile tugging my lips.

Throwing my phone on the desk, I grabbed my pen as I began to think hard on the desktop in front of me.

One thing was sure, Mr Williams was not going to let me off the hook again. He had given me a strict warning that afternoon at school, although he did look so scary when yelling at me.. constantly looking back to see if my guards where close...I still felt embarrassed,sad and everything not good.

I am studying Linguistics and English.

I could speak ten different languages and I was just in the second semester for my second year... thrilling, right?

I wasn't actually concentrating cause I was still thinking about Silvana and Earl and Theresa, wearing beautiful and handsome dresses and flirting with the men of New York. Such a dream I could never have.

"Sophia?" Lola called from outside my room and a small knock came on the door.

"Hmm?' I walked to the door and opened it. "What's wrong?"

"Can I stay with you till Enzo is done talking with Dad?" She asked, her big eyes staring at me.

They were still talking?

I turned to the wall clock and it was Five minutes pass Nine.

These men!

"Why not?" I opened the door wide and she smiled. "Come in now." I said, and she giggled before jumping into the room and closing the door.

"What?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"I want to sleep with Enzo tonight but he's so busy." She mumbled.

"You can sleep here with me." I said and she rolled her eyes.

"No. You'll wake me up with your weird different languages class." She said and I stiffled the laugh that was about to come out.

Eventually after many minutes that turned into hours, Lola fell asleep.

I sighed, tapping the button on my keyboard when my phone chimed.

'Don't look at it?' I bit my lower lip, wondering whether or not..I should pick my phone.

And then another.

Damn!

What if it was Silvana or Earl? Showing you the new designers they had bought or they new hotel they were lodging?

Ugly untrusted friends, enjoying without me!

I picked up my phone and frowned when I saw that it was an unknown person.

How did this person get my number?

I was about to toss the phone again when the message popped up on my screen.

I stilled.

'Did you change yet?'

I wanted to type but declined against it.

I didn't know who the fucker was but then...I had an idea who.

He was typing this time.

' Don't tell me you wore that to bed. What a turn off.'

'Who are you? And how did you fucking get my number?!' I typed so quickly, internally yelling every single word I typed.

'Be careful amore, I'm just a room away. You do not want to use that tone on me.'

I stilled again.

This time for minutes.

That wasn't possible right?

He was just joking with me, right?

'You're a fucking liar. My father never lets anyone on this floor. No matter who you are, he doesn't let anyone on this fucking floor.' I glared at my phone.

Oh how I wanted to strangle his neck and kill him.

I could still hear the comment on my pajamas. His fucking deep voice that no one could actually forget.

'Well, I'm not just anyone sweetie. How would you feel if I were to tell you that...your father could give you up with one word from me." He typed.

I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste.

'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it.

"Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

L'Angelo.

L'Angelo.

The name alone was able to incite fear in me.

There was no one that didn't know the name. The name was called out in whispers. Men fear to even bring it up.

And I had typed it out to the very same man?

Maybe was lying.

He was L'Angelo Morte?

Had I actually gun throated the greatest Mafia man there was in the world?

My fingers became heavier as I stared at the screen.

'Seems you've learnt your lesson.' He typed.

'First of all.' I began to try and apologize in a way that wouldn't seem like it. 'You started it by coming up the stairs when my father doesn't like guests up.' I swallowed. 'And I didn't gun throat you, you caught me even before I saw you. So I think we're good, no?'

I typed away and waited for his answers.

Five minutes...

Ten minutes....

Thirty minutes....And I was still waiting like a little prey begging her predator to take it easy on her.

L'Angelo Morte does not forgive.

He doesn't smile.. let alone has any man seen his teeth.

He has two horns and an ugly face.....

I shook my head at the description they had given to the man.

He was nothing as such. He was such perfection.

If God had a favorite then fuck! It was the man.

One hour...and my neck had began to ache.

'You should have just fucking apologize. A little sorry would not have broken your little egotistical self. Now, open the door.'

My eyes widened at the words and I felt my soul leave my body...when a knock came on the door.

TBC

Yeah....He also Knocked my soul away.

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