The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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"You say so. Your eyes are trying too hard to hold back the tears from spilling." He says. "Do you not want to tell me?"

"It's nothing." I reassure him. "It's absolutely nothing that a hug won't solve, Angelo. You're worrying youself-"

"Do you not realise that this had been going around for a while now?"

"Honey." I breathe. "Listen- I don't deny you but Blaire- she's- she's been through pains herself. Nothing justified her action, I know. But what she needs is love and care and attention. So what if she yelled at me a little? Friends fight Angelo. It's not a big deal."

"So you agree she yelled at you?"

"That's not the point."

"Then what it?" Angelo asks. "What's the point, tadpole? She can yell at you. Degrade you. Defame you and all she needs is some love, care and attention? Is that what you're implying?"

"Yes." I reply. "That's what she needs-"

"And do you suppose you should tell Roman so she gets off her anger on you once again?" Angelo snaps, abruptly standing up from the chair he was occupying. "Because that has happened twice this time considering, hasn't it?"

"Angel." I sigh. "I-"

"Stop helping who doesn't want your help, Ariel." He said. Voice strong and calculated. Eyes showing fury beyond measure. "Stop thinking well for people who doesn't want to be cared for."

Well that's the point isn't it? We aren't really caring for her enough! I want to say.

"It's not that-" I sigh. "Blaire has a different way of showing emotions than most other people. Everybody shows emotion differently. It's okay. Blaire just needs to know that I care for her. I understand telling Roman to take her out was a stupid thing to do but- but- I didn't mean it to come out as a favour-"

"Don't push it, tadpole." Angelo breathed. "Don't push it. Let it be."

"Don't be mad-"

"I'm not mad, sweetheart." He says raking a hand through his hair. Pushing the silky overgrown strands back with a failed attempt. "I'm not mad."

"I hate arguing." I mumble getting up from my chair, taking steps to stand in front of the taller man. Dressed in a gun metal grey suit today with a crisp white shirt, Angelo had lost the jacket already. "I really hate arguing with you."

"I know baby." He sighs placing his hands in my shoulder gently. "I know. I'm sorry. I won't wedge between you and Blaire."

"Thank you." I whispered.

He offered me a barely there smile. "Come. Let me feed you. You've barely ate."

Nodding at his words, I perched myself on his thigh while Angelo put morsels of spaghetti in my mouth, occasionally feeding himself in silence.

"I  went to your Mama's." I mumbled out after a pause of silence between the pair of us.

"Sí." Angelo said. "I know."

Humming, I played with the watch he sported on his wrist while I ate from his fork.

"Would you mind paying Mama Cora a visit tomorrow so she isn't distraught thinking you are mad at her for some preternatural reasons? Mama Cora seems to think she did something wrong."

"She didn't do anything wrong." I whisper. "I was hurt and didn't want her to see me crying." Mostly, I didn't want to it Blaire in a position that made her more distraught than she was already.

Rest of the dinner goes quietly. Angelo and I take a shower quickly before going to bed. While the silks caress my nude skin, I feel the man slip into the covers behind me. His arm thrown over my stomach. The usual yet sweet gesture makes me smile as I tangle my fingers through his.