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Angel POV
LIKE LIGHTENING he struck, crossing the room so quickly that his figure blurred.
He pushed me against the wall, his large hand clutching my throat gently, but firmly.
The slight pressure forcing me to look up as his index finger pushes my head up.
I gasp.
His eyes hood over, his head bending, lips drifting close to my neck.
"You. Are not. Going. Anywhere. I will not tell you again."
Breathlessly, I nod.
He leans back slightly, his eyes glinting in amusement and something else.
"Are you not going to fight me?" he cooed mockingly.
"C'mon baby girl, fight me." He breathes dangerously.
His hands leave my throat, as he pulls back raising his hands in surrender.
Out of spite, I punch him in the throat. Or at least I intended to.
With ease, he catches my fist, spins me around, pulling my body to his.
He leans down to my ear with a chuckle, his lips grazing my outer ear, breath tickling me.
"Oh, cara mia that was... pitiful."
I elbow him, to no avail.
For a moment we stay like this; having nothing to say, or rather, joy finding the words.
Eventually, Seraphina starts to cry, providing a reason to separate.
[•]
Three days later...
I WAKE UP to shuffling around the room.
Because Marco doesn't trust me, he keeps me in his room, sleeping on the pullout sofa.
Sera sleeps in her car seat most nights.
I glance up with a groan, finding Marco with his back to me his adjusting his cuff links.
He shrugs on his suit jacket, not turning around.
"Buongiorno Angel," I slightly wince. He must still be mad at me. "I have to go to work today, but I have someone to watch over you."
Turning around, he pulls down his shirt sleeves, buttoning his suit jacket, catching my eyes.
"So per favore, don't do anything stupid like run away. And because I've known you for a whole week I know that's exactly what you'll do."
Padding across the room, he presses his thumb against a pad, and the wall lifts and slides left.
From the near square in the wall he retrieves a pistol. He lifts his suit jacket, placing in his pants against his back. He then let's his jacket flutter over it.
"What are you? The mafia?"
He glances at me warily, before closing the safe with his thumb.
"Not necessarily. I just don't like this particular client."
I nod, shrug. Makes sense.
"If you try to run away again, I will bring you to my office and make you sit there until it is time to come home. So please,"
He grabs his phone.
"Don't make this harder on me."
Then he's gone.
[•]
LIKE I'M GONNA LISTEN to him. The second I hear his car leave, I start getting ready.
I pack Seraphina's bag, borrow one of his cars and roll out.
I'm Latina. I submit, to no one.
I start driving around, looking for jobs. There aren't many businesses hiring, and those that are, well, the hours...
I have a daughter. I can't just...drop her in someone's lap to work.
I'm pulled out my thoughts by my car ringing. Sighing, I realize it's just my phone coming through the speakers.
Without a second thought, I click answer.
"Where the f**k are you?"
I slam on the breaks. Hard.
"Obviously not where I told you to be. Sergio will bring to my office, and Landon will drive your car back home."
The call ends, a knock on my window, revealing a tall Italian man.
"Signorina, it is time to go."
Indeed...
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