𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

Four |Whipped

•••ANGEL•••

I like her and it's scary as fuck but yet thrilling as fuck.

She has a fire in her and I like it. After I found out she is indeed Italian mafia capo I just couldn't wait fo this because she is crazy, crazy like me and that's fucking sexy. I think this might even work. Call me whatever you wan but I like her and I want her.

Even if it's scary yet thrilling.

Angelica left so I went into my parents house again after conversation in garden. My brother was still there along with my father and mother.

"Hello." I said. I was in good mood and now I'm waiting till someone ruins it cause what more you expect from abusive father.

"Hello Angel. Come sit with us." My mother greeted me with her usual soft smile that made me want to smile back till my eyes landed on my father and my happy thoughts left me.

I nodded at my mother and then sat down on a couch next to my brother. I poured myself a whiskey after I leaned to little coffee table where whiskey along with few glasses was seated. I brought a glass to my lips and then drank a little bit of it as I was looking at my father my eyes narrowing in his direction.

"So Angel, do you like Angelica?" My mother broke the silence as she clapped her hands making me avert my glare away from my father.

Very fucking much mom, very fucking much but I won't admit it.

"Yeah." I said with shrug my voice stone cold just as my face. No emotions away when he is here.

"That's good son we need this alliance." My father said and I mentally rolled my eyes.

Alliance. Alliance. I don't want just alliance. I want her and that's the issues.

Okay maybe Ethan wasn't totally wrong about me before.

I'm fucked after one conversation. Fucking fantastic.

"Angelica, Damiano and Lorenzo will be attending to diner tomorrow. Please boys be in your best behavior we need to arrange plans of wedding so just don't cause fights and things." My mother said to me and Ethan with little frown.

I will see her again my mind automatically spoke.

Whipped mother fucker my inner voice answered.

Shut up inner voice or don't.

Me and Ethan looked at each other and the silent conversation was simple. We learned to make one through years. It's something like Morse code or sign language but with eyes and expressions.

This one was decoded as:

Let's.
Get.
Out.

"Mother, father, me and Ethan have one more business to attend to so we will go now." I said my best lie as I stood up from a seat and drank rest of my whiskey.

Ethan stood up too shaking his head yes with serious expression. Our mother quickly gave us a kiss on cheek and told us to be careful as she believed my little lie, I hate to lie to her but sometimes you just must do it.