𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 ✓ [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎]

chapter eleven ✕ paternal mindset*

𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲
𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨'𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐦
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[unedited]

[𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐟 . 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.
😭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (⚠️) 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧.]

Angelo reluctantly sets me down, but keeps me close to him, barricading me with his body.

Antonio smiles as he begins to speak  "Now, we don't need to argue son, I-"

"You lost the privilege of calling me son years ago." Angelo chides with a scoff.

  "And for the past, I am deeply sorry. If I could do things differently I would." Antonio's words, although apologetic, don't seem very genuine.

"I severely doubt that." Angelo says. "I don't want to trouble myself with your impromptu family reunion, so I'll be leaving now."

  Angelo takes my hand and we move to walk past Antonio. But, in one swift motion, I feel myself lurch backwards.

   I let out a yelp as Easton's arms warp around me, holding me back. I wriggle and writhe, but it's of no use.

  Angelo stares with a dark anger at his father. "Let her go." He says calmly, but his tone is far from diplomatic, an obvious 'or else' lingering on his tongue.

  Antonio laughs, ignoring Angelo's unspoken threat. "Humor me, Angelo. Stay a night or two, at least until you brother gets here. Then we can all discuss business." Antonio places a reassuring hand on his sons shoulder.

  But Angelo is quick to retaliate, twisting the hand away.

  And yet somehow, Antonio is even faster. His welcoming facade slips for a moment and annoyance crosses his eyes as he grips Angelo, digging his fingers into the back of his neck and leaning in.

  He whispers something then. Something I can't hear or even make out.

  Whatever it is, it's changed the situation.