Angelica’s POV:
Anthony pours two glasses of wine. Somehow, alcohol became our poisonous dosage whenever we’re alone - the gateway towards an intimate moment.
Settling myself on Anthony’s lap, I ran my fingers up his hair. My head was on his shoulder with his arm resting on my waist. “How did you do it?” I ask him.
His eyes were still on the glass before the poison entered his intestines. “Do what?”
I tuck a small part of his hair behind his ear. “Make others feel so safe despite being one of the most dangerous men in the world.”
“I’m not like this to everyone, mio cuore.”
I place a hand on my chest. “Does that make me special?”
He laughs a low hearty one. “Why do you insist on asking questions you already know the answer?”
I sat up straighter, intending to leave the room, b
