Infatuation Of Darkness - Chapter 267

Was he going to hit her? That was the first thing that came to her mind.

She glanced at the belt in his hand and then continued to stare up at him indicating that she did not know what he was talking about.

He chuckled. “Come,” he bent down and took her hand in his and gently pulled her into the closet. “I’ve failed you. Because of which you get to punish me.”

What the fuck. She frowned immediately at that. Where was he getting at now? She glanced at the belt in his outstretched hand and then back at him. “W-What do you mean? Angelo-”

“I have punished you numerous times, physically-” he stopped at that, what she did not know won’t harm her. “And since I have failed you it only seems fair that get to punish me; physically.” He handed her the belt in his hand. “Here, do it.” He said.

When earlier she had arrived, she felt drained of the energy she once possessed. Everything had seemed hazy but now, as she had a belt in her hand and Angelo’s neck bared in submission, she could not resist the temptation. It was finally happening. She was getting a glimpse of the power he felt whenever he hit her.

Her mouth salivated for the taste of revenge, for the sweet taste of it. She shall receive it for the first time and that too from the person who was considered to the most powerful by her.

Her hand rose from the anger of the past deep buried inside her rushed in providing her with the strength she needed for the task when a thought struck her mind. She lowered her hand down and a love-struck yet confused expression came to her face. “I. I don’t think I can do it.” She whispered as a small sob escaped her. ‘I can’t.” she confirmed and moved forward and hugged his bowed, shocked form.

He frowned but didn’t raise his head when he heard her because, for all he knew the hit would come when he would be expecting it the least but to his shock, it was only the small, petite body of his wife that came in contact with his. He didn’t hug her immediately as she had but when he heard her sobs he could not hold back. He took her in, gathering her to his chest and ready to protect her from the world.

“Darling,” he cooed, “it’s just a hit. You have to do it to get rid of the disappointments that you feel for me.” He explained to which she shook her head.

“I don’t have any.” She sniffed, “Angelo you couldn’t have possibly known and that’s it. You can’t know everything and I don’t, cannot hold that against you. It’s fine and that you came after me as soon as you could matter the most to me.” She pulled back and cupped his cheeks, “How can I hold that against you? You had everything ready at your side, what happened was purely coincidental.”

He wouldn’t have believed it if it were someone else but it was Alexis, someone he had fallen in love with. So if she was giving him that explanation then, maybe it was true. Or maybe…but if it was then he would know. Sighing on the conflicted thoughts he just pulled her closer and placed a kiss on her forehead. ‘You should rest.” He picked her up in bridal style and laid her down carefully on the bed.

He palmed her belly. “They must be small right?”

They? Did he want to have two spawns of the devils once? “Uh…maybe..” she cleared her throat, “I am just going to enter my third month, so we would know in the next ultrasound.” The one where she would be conscious at least.

He nodded and caressed it. “I want to be involved in every way.”

“You would be given that you out there,” she sighed and closed her eyes. Men were impossible at times.

He kissed his teeth in irritation. “Really? That must mean that I have every right to do as I please to feel involved with the babies.”

Now she was irritated, getting up from her position she towered his lying form and gave a sarcastic smile, “How about I just swallow you whole? You will be next to the babies. Try talking some sense into them, huh? Or maybe, try explaining to them my mother ate their father!” She growled, turned around aggressively, switched off the lights and then pulled the blanket on top of her.

Just like the most loving husbands of the world, to irritate his wife even further, he didn’t stop the words from his mouth. “Swallowing me?” he hummed, “Nothing like you haven’t done before.”

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Julia stormed into the house. That bastard had called her grandson to her face and informed him about that traitor’s act she had pulled. The worst was going to happen when she would be summoned and the night had already started, so she had the time till the dawn of tomorrow because then Angelo’s men would officially stand out of the house waiting for her and they would also go through her stuff which would lead them to find the former don, his grandfather in a bed hooked up to machines then a doctor would tell him that the old bastard was kept from waking up on purpose and all of it would point to her.

She had no one to frame any longer.

She was on the losing side as soon as she had begun.

She entered the side room where her husband was laid, breathing silently disturbing on one as he did so, so unlike him that was. “I drive my power from you,” she whispered, gritting out the words in anger, “From you?! You piece of shit!” she hit his forehead with her bag with as much as she strength she could have after running from a boss and back into her territory.

“You don’t deserve to survive after this,” she shook her head, “Not this, not anything you have to die!”

Through the silent mansion which was years old, after a long time, and an alone gunshot rang out, frightening the birds away and inviting the reapers once again to fetch the soul lost.