22. Ease my pain

Angioletto's Pov

I’m silent. I’m still startled by both her outburst and her declaration.

It’s true. I’ve always known the unmistakable fiery rage that brews within Oceane, a rage that might swallow her hole, a rage that is beginning to swallow her hole. But I never thought even for a split second that her rage will manifest merely because of my absence.

She likes me.

My lips almost tip up at the corners from amusement. Satisfaction. Almost because I’m supposed to be aggravated with her.

I’m supposed to be devising ways to punish her for bringing harm to one of my men—no one dares lay a finger on my men except me. Except I permit it.

But, here I am, ready to forgive her, ready to praise her for her heartlessness. My devotion to Oceane is deadly.

She likes me.

Perhaps I like her too. But not in the cute way she’s picturing it. I like her so much that all I want to do is curl my fingers around her neck and choke her until she’s passed out.

I like her so much that I want to prickle her