Cortello - D'Angelo

c h a p t e r t w e n t y t h r e e

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝖦𝖡𝖳𝖰𝖨𝖠+ 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴' 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

adrian

"Explique." Luciano directed the statement at Avery who was sitting right in front of him, "Expliquez comment vous avez pensé que c'était une bonne idée de dire à quelqu'un à l'école ce qui est arrivé à Adrian."

"Explain."

"Explain how you thought it was a good idea to tell someone at school about what happened to Adrian."

Silence. That's what Luciano got in response. Although nobody else in the room expected any different from four rebellious, stubborn teenagers.

"Alors aucun de vous ne va parler?" Luciano pursed his lips, staring Avery, Blake, Hayes and Kaden down who were all avoiding even looking up Darius and Luciano, let alone make eye contact. "D'accord, alors," Luciano leaned back almost nonchalantly, although in this situation he was anything but, "puisqu'aucun de vous ne semble enthousiaste à parler, je vais vous expliquer ce qui s'est passé pour vous, hmm?" Luciano hummed, looking at Darius with a raised eyebrow as if he was asking Permissiom. Darius nodded in response and agreement, only succeeding in further mocking the four seventeen year olds.

"So none of you are going to talk?"

"Okay, then,"

"since none of you seem keen talking, I'll explain what happened for you, hmm?"

Luciano sat back up right, back straight, arms resting on the desk in front of him, "Voici ce qui s'est passé:" Luciano leaned forward, adding to the "suspense" he was leaving everyone in, "vous quatre, encore une fois, avez réussi à faire d'Adrian frais-" Luciano clicked his tongue, "non," glaring at the four of them, Luciano gritt his teeth in obvious anger, leaning forward and making himself more intimidating, "vous quatre avez réussi à tourmenter, harceler, harceler, blesser, déranger, colère -vous choisissez celui qui vous convient le mieux- Adrian, encore une fois." Luciano surpassed a dry laugh, obviously one with no humor behind it, just anger, "Bien que, cette fois--cette fois pourrait prendre le gâteau."

"Here's what happened:"

"the four of you, once again, managed to make Adrian fee-"

"no,"

"the four of you managed torment, harass, pester, hurt, bother, anger -you choose which one you think fits best- Adrian, once again."

"Although, this time--this time might take the cake."

For the first time since being stuck in the office, Hayes looked up and managed to sneak a glance at Darius and Luciano, both looking as angry, yet as composed, as ever, which was only worse. Anger, anger was bad, but masked anger was one hundred times worse, and in this case, they were so fucked.