Kidnapped

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

-TATUYANNA TORRONO >

I have a million things running through my mind. So many issues. So many threats. Unattended business calls, my mind was going to blow up. But more importantly, my mother, who is alive, according to Uncle Luca.

"What are you thinking about? If it's about the kid, don't worry. We're leaving her with professionals." Ares interrupts my thoughts, his thumb caressing my thigh. The moment he speaks, I feel my muscles relax making me slump more against him.

I inhale. "Ares, my mom's alive," I say in my next exhale. "My dad lied about her death to the public. Uncle Luca told me a couple of months ago, on the night of my first murder." The thought makes me anxious. What else has he hidden from me?

"And what exactly do you plan on doing with that information?" He asks, a slight edge in his tone. I thought about it for a moment. I had plans to go after the Romanovs, but that plan was postponed. Not anymore though, they've already started the war. We have to act fast before their next plan. 

"I'm going to find her. Ever since I've learned a bit about her, I can't help but crave to know more. I want to know what she's like. And I know what you're going to say. She left me for a reason, if she wanted me back, she'd be here right now. But I'm still going to do it." I conclude, lifting my head off his shoulder.

His eyes were wide a small fraction. "That is exactly what I wanted to say. You might end up getting hurt. I don't want to be on a killing spree, saving your pretty little head from the woman that might just be another enemy. Your pain fucks me up, Angel. You should know that I feel it too." He lowly grumbles in annoyance.

My pulse rate increases and I can't help but stare at him in awe. "Instead of willingly breaking your heart again, focus on our current issues."

He wasn't meeting my eyes, he had his signature stoic expression on his face. When could I learn to read him? Speaking of current issues, I want to speak about this. . . What we are, or more importantly, what I am to him. I kind of understand what he is to me, I think. . . Or maybe not. This is so much different than hooking up. It's frustratingly complicated, and a pain to figure out. 

Especially when you're too much of a coward to ask.

I bit my lip, thinking about how to approach the topic. Nothing was coming to mind. How do I start? 'Hey, you've tried to kiss me before, why's that?' or 'You make my heart race when you touch me, can you stop it's confusing'. Which isn't wrong, I do get confused. It gives me the wrong impression. He makes me feel so many things, that I want to react to these feelings, but I'm also scared of what might happen if I do.

No one else makes me feel like my heart is dying but coming to life at the same time. Only he can. 

I'm not an idiot, I've read countless romance novels, and the conclusion only leads up to one of us falling or both of us falling in love with each other. But the problem is, am I just a delusional bookworm clouded by fantasy, or did one of us really fall? 

There are so many factors. 

Just thinking about the topic gives me a migraine. I feel my shoulders deflate as I nod with a sigh. "I have a business meeting with Mr. Morelli in two days."

I honestly was not in the mood to talk about business. I kind of almost died a few hours ago. I should've expected such an experience. I'm not ideally living a normal life. I mean, this supposedly should be my norm. I also made a bonfire out of people. Ares didn't even seem phased.

No one did.

"Speaking of current issues, what's going to happen to that kid," I ask, confused and maybe slightly worried. "Are they going to call a child welfare agency?"