Infatuation Of Darkness - Chapter 307

Angelo had pushed her to the other side of the room and had placed himself in front of her. Her eyes were still staring at the box and so were his. “Stay where you are.” He said and stepped closer to the box where Alexis make no move to stop him or move on her own.

His hand move inside the box and he pulled out the letter that she has seen was inside the mouth of the head. He read through the contents after opening it.

“Fucking Damn it!” He screamed and threw the better away.

Alexis stepped closer to it and read through the contents as well.

” If I am off the rail,

then so will she be.

He as responsible then,

And here you will be.

Get ready.

-love grandma.”

“Oh my god. . ” She whispered and her hands covered her mouth in the horror of what the old woman had committed.

“Angelo. . . ” She turned to him to find me already looking at her. “This is. . she is way dangerous now . .” Tears came to her eyes as once again she glanced at the box where she could see the bloodiest forehead. “Whosoever that was, Julia, killed them out of spite. That could be us next or our children, you need to do something about that.”

Angelo closed the box when he looked back he saw that Alexis’ eyes were glancing at it again and again. “Don’t look at it.” He said as he placed the lid on it.

“I can’t believe it.” He muttered, closing his eyes.

It was daring. It was a declaration of war.

Alexis looked at the letter. “What did she write that and why?” She had not read it according to him.

“Nothing.” He spoke immediately and quickly.

“Angelo!” She hissed, frowning at his behaviour. “Now is not the time to exclude me out of this. Have to decide together what to do about the situation and—”

He stepped closer to her and got a hold of her shoulders and jerked her twice. “Listen, to me.” He spat as he glared at her. “I have had enough of people coming to me and telling me what I should do and what I shouldn’t. I assure you that I will handle the situation in the best way and everyone will remember it.” He grated and she nodded hurriedly, like a scared little mouse.

He let her go and she stumbled back.

She moved towards the door but stopped when she was directly in front of the letter and read it.

“She mentions some else,” Alexis concluded looking at him while her eyes while her hand style pointed at the paper. “Who is the other person to be?”

His grandfather tortured his grandmother to which she became mad. His father loved his mother.

So there was only one option left of someone who could be the next one to cause him so much damage.

He shook his head, lying that he didn’t know. “Please check on the kids.”

She nodded and left.

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The kids had woken up and had drunk their chocolate shake which had made them super active and the energy from the sugary breakfast was back because of which the maids had taken them to the backyard.

Glancing at her kids playing and screaming in the backyard one last time she went upstairs to her own office where she found the file from the CIA that Ivan had given her yesterday on the couch.

Picking it up she started at it. She had every intention to give it to Angelo but what had happened last time in this very office had made her change her thoughts.

How conveniently had he pounced on her when she had accused him of what he had already done. Had he no shame? Or conscious in admitting remotely that he had committed so many sins . . . and for what?

What troubled her the most was she was taking therapy for what he had done and he was conveniently walking outside like a little pest unbothered by what he had caused to the others.

She remembered Rachel; the woman who was taking a divorce from her husband and having and sent to rehab instead of jail.

Weren’t their situations so familiar?

Because whenever her husband did something she never dared to stand against him give that he wants an ex-cop and still had the right connections.

The same was the case with her husband. Because he was even more powerful than the ex-cop and he had committed a more heinous crime than him.

So, Rachel and Alexis were two peas in a pod. She frowned thinking about it, were they?

Because she did not want to be someone who could not take revenge. She had taken the revenge and lily’s head was the beginning of the small game that she was going to play.

How ironic it was that he had realised that Julia was talking about her in the note but he had denied knowledge of the answer.

But it was alright because at the end of the day he knew who the next one could be and it all depended on him.

She looked at the file and smirked.

Angelo needed the file to know what exactly was going to be targeted by the CIA and also how was he going to avoid it.

But if he did not have the file he would practically know nothing about what they had done at the end of the day it was going to be something very destructive happening.

Should she be fear facing the consequences of what she was about to do today? Probably yes. But that sexist piece of shit would never think of a woman and his wife carrying out a small, tiny little mutiny against him.

From where she was standing she could say the driveway and so Angelo’s cars leaving with someone holding the box.

This was it.

She turned around and exited her office moved to his, closing it shut behind her.

She was in.

She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote another riddle for him. The post was something we would never find the answer to.

“Within your secrets.

Lies another secret.

Now it’s up to you,

How you find it.”

Then she moved behind is desk where the painting was and stood directly in front of it. This was where his secrets were buried.

And now where the irony of his life stood. She took the painting off the wall and placed it down open the safe that thankfully had the same combination.

She took out every file and placed the CIA one on the very last before keeping everything back just as it was close to the safe and then placed the painting on it not before posting the post-it note on the back of the painting.

He had been cruel to her and Alexis thought that she could be perfectly cruel as well.

She sighed and looked at his organised desk when something else caught her eyes.

It was a gun with underneath it wa—

Her heart thundered in her chest. She had just heard a gunshot.

Without thinking twice she grabbed the gun and exited the door to his office only to find herself be face to face with Angelo who looked just panicked as she was.

Her eyes moved when she saw something else happening and without thinking twice she raised the gun and shot.