My boxing Angel

Chapter 12

~Jasmine~

The next morning, everything was so quiet, just like the night before. The silence somehow made me feel uneasy. I have heard from the brothers that Vincenzo goes quiet after losing a fight. But living in the same ruff as him just gives me a whole different perspective on how cold he can actually be.

My idea was for me to stay inside my room for the day and be ready for tomorrow when we leave for Las Vegas. Unfortunately, that idea went to s**t, when I started to work on Vincenzo’s photos from his two previous fights.

I make my way to the living room to ask one of the boys for some help with a few pictures I had picked of Vincenzo, when suddenly I bump into something, more or less someone. The impact makes me recoil a little, but I steady myself before I can fall flat on my ass. I lift my gaze and see Vincenzo squinting his eyes at me in disapproval.

I was going to ignore him for the rest of our stay here in the house, but now that he is in front of me, maybe I can ask him about his strange behavior of the last two nights towards me. I mean, I can handle cold Vincenzo because that Vincenzo just needs a few smiles and some kind words to open up. But the Vincenzo that is towering over me right now… it’s a Vincenzo that I don’t recognize; he is just so cold and shut off; it’s like his mind and emotions are living in another world, but his soulless body is here with us.

“Watch where you are going,” he growls out at me, and I bite my tongue and try to be the bigger person. But I am tired of the way this guy treated me last night and how he is treating me right now.

“What the hell is your problem?” I snarl at him, and he narrows his eyes at me.

“I don’t want you here,” he says with venom, and my eyes widen at his brutal honesty.

“Me neither!” I fired back. “I’m doing you a favor, so why don’t you try to be just a little nicer towards me once in a while?” I yell, trying to reason with him, trying to make him understand that he can’t treat me however he wants.

“It’s not a favor if I’m paying you,” he tells me with a devilish smirk, and I swear I felt my left eye twitch. I groan out, irritated by him, and I storm out of the kitchen and slam the door of my bedroom.

I decided to take a cold shower to try to defuse the anger that is bubbling inside of me. And to think that such a handsome person can be so mean. After my shower, I change into my volleyball shorts and an oversized t-shirt that covers my midthighs.

I let my hair flow on my back and started to apply some hair cream, trying to give it some waves. I hear a knock on the door, and instead of turning around, I look directly into the mirror to see who is behind me. I squint my eyes when I see Vincenzo leaning against the door frame to my room with his arms crossed in front of his chest. It can’t be him, because if it is, then I’m going to kill him. I laugh a humorless laugh; he can't possibly be standing at my door frame.

“What?” I ask him with narrowed eyes, and I can see him gulp.

“I guess I’m sorry for what I said earlier,” he said, looking anywhere but at my eyes through the reflection. “It was mean and uncalled-for,” he says softly, and I see his eyes swirling with some kind of emotion. Is that regret?

“You guess?” I ask him with an eyebrow raised. Is this his way of apologizing? Because it’s not going great.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for the things I said, I was just pissed off about something,” he says, avoiding my eyes and muttering the last part, but I still managed to catch it.

“That hurt, didn’t it?” I laugh at the painful expression he had when he said the words, I’m sorry. I look at him intensely, but he doesn’t leave the room. Is he waiting for something? I furrow my brows in confusion, and he catches me staring at him. I turn around and look at him in confusion.

“Do you-Do you accept my apology, angel?” he asks with a scratch on his neck. There he goes again, using that nickname. The way it just rolls off his tongue makes shivers run down my body.

“Uh, sure,” I tell him with a shrug. It’s not the best apology I have ever heard, but at least I would like to think that it actually came from him.

I turn around and keep on working with my hair, but I feel a pair of eyes on my back. I turn around once again and see Vincenzo still leaning on the door frame.

“Uh- we are trying to figure out what to eat, want to give us your input?” he asks, and I look at him with a puzzled look.

“I’m not hungry,” I tell him casually with a wave of my hand.

"You've got to eat something.” He says sterling, but I ignore him.

“I will eat whatever you guys’ order,” I tell him while wiping my hands on my towel.

“No, you won't,” he says, shaking his head in disagreement. “Come and help us pick something.” He orders, and I roll my eyes at his words. “I won’t leave you alone until you come with me to the living room,” he says with a shrug. I groan as he doesn’t make any movement toward leaving.

“You are infuriating!” I huff out at him, but he only smiles at me. I walk towards the door, and when I’m close enough to Vincenzo, he grabs hold of my arm and tugs me into his chest. He leans into me, and my breath hitches at his proximity.

“I might be, but I’m not about to let you starve to death,” he whispers into my ear, and I can’t help the blush that spreads on my face.

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“What about sushi?” I ask softly, and all the fighting between the brothers stops suddenly. They have been at their necks for what felt like hours. I swear, Elias even prepared a slide show about why we should order some pasta for the evening.

“I could go for some sushi,” Joaquin says with a shrug, and one by one, each brother aggresses about my choice of food.

“Happy?” I ask while getting up from the sofa and eyeing Vincenzo. He knew what I was talking about, and he smiled at me, one where his two dimples showed up.

“Delighted,” he says, and I roll my eyes at his choice of word. “I will call you when the food arrives.” He gives me a wink, and once again I feel my cheeks heating up.

“Why do you have such weird s****l tension?” Rafael says this with his nose scrunched up in disgust.

“Have you two slept together?” Elias asks in a breath as his eyes widen in amusement.

“Slept together? They act like they are a married old couple,” Joaquin says with a roll of his eyes. Then their eyes land on me, and I feel flushed at their intense stares. I look at Vincenzo, but he is hiding his smile with a hand. I narrow my eyes at his actions and groan.

“Enough,” I hiss to them, and they all look away, pretending to be busy.