𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

Sixty-three |Childhood

•••ANGELICA•••

It's been few days since mysterious phone call. To be honest nothing much happened. Angel told me he saw someone in the window the night that we've got the phone call. Damiano was now in America with us since I really don't want to hunt my brother down if something would happened especially now.

I told Damiano that I'm pregnant and his reaction was that first, he wanted to kill Angel and then he got over it and congratulated me and Angel while he was shooting lasers into his head. He then took him somewhere and talked to him privately about something which I later found out was a threat.

Nothing new coming from Damiano. Alessia was back in duty but I saw that something was new on her. She looked...happier? Maybe, I think that dumbass Ethan is somehow making her happy. I'm glad that she found this kind of "hookup" how she calls it, even if I know it's more then hookup or friends with benefits cause you don't smile so much at phone if they're no feelings attached, even if they're happy I will still kick Ethan's American ass for that shit.

I was now in kitchen since my boredom got the best of me. Angel was doing some business away from town making me stay home alone after a smaller fight about me going with him, which he dismissed cause he would rather have me home more safe then somewhere with him where they can shoot me or something. Did he really didn't think about someone kidnapping me out of his house?

Damiano went with him as a replacement of me. I swear to god I think they're hooking up or something. They became suspiciously close after my news, I think it's just because those two fucks became more protective then they were before and now they're like two guard dogs with tattoos and big muscles. Good for them I guess.

I was doing some pasta since my pasta is iconic and it brings out my Italian charm. I was just grating a cheese since pasta without cheese shouldn't be called pasta, when I heard the door open. Who the fuck is that. I searched under the counter where I knew there was either a button or a hidden gun. Pat...pat...pat, I have a gun. I took it into my hands and positioned myself ready to shoot until Ethan's head popped out.

I should shoot.

"Angelica, why are pointing your gun at me?" Ethan smiled innocently which made me glare at him, his eyes widen a little as he backed away with raised hands.

"You fucked my wife, now you will suffer." I said in dark tone trying to sound like fucking Thanos or some shit.

He opened and closed his mouth and then gave me a flashy million dollar smile that works like a charm on other people but not me. He looked around and then called out for Alessia. She appeared after a minute coming out of a guest room since she said she wanted to sleep a little. She looked at me and then at Ethan she raised her eyebrow in question as she talked to me in silence just with eyes. Telepathy bitçh.

Can I kick his ass? I asked.
If that brings you pleasure she responded with shrug.
We looked at Ethan with evil smirk before Alessia disappeared back into guests room which she stayed in.

I put the gun down and then charged at Ethan pushing his chest against wall and his arm upwards behind his back. He hissed in dissatisfaction as I was centimeter by centimeter pushing his arm upwards.

"You hurt her, I will kill you. You break her, I will break you. You make her cry, I will make you sob. You won't make her happy, I will make your life a living nightmare. My name might mean angel but I'm fucking devil in disguise and you don't want to become my next victim. Capito?" I asked him after my little piece of mind.
{Translation: understand?}