𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝟎𝟓 || 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑

Then suddenly my father and I stood in front of their table within a blink of an eye. "Good to see you, Antonio." My father said nervously. He was the one who was nervous. The man- Antonio stood up from his chair and extended a hand to my father, who shook it with a firm grip.

I would be lying if I said that Antonio didn't scare me a little. From out of the corner of his suit, I could see many scars that peaked from out of the collar out of his shirt. I could only wonder how he managed to get them. Though, he looked somewhat familiar, I just couldn't shake it. "You must be Violet." The man's hand reached out to me. Unsure of what to do, I slipped out a hand from my crossed arms and shook it.

His hands felt cold and tough, not warm and inviting. I don't know why that unsettled me, but it did. I was so focused on trying to find out where I knew Antonio from that I hadn't even noticed his son, who's arm had no longer blocked his face. "And this is my son, Dominic."

My pulse disappeared for a split second as Angelo—Dominic looked up, his expression full of annoyance and boredom. With my jaw on the floor, I saw his eyes glimmer with familiarity. His deep blue and unforgettable eyes still held the same empty gaze as they did last night at the club, in the car. Complete disbelief and revelation began to course through my body.

I didn't know how to react.

The man stood up from his seat, extending his hand to me, pretending we didn't even know each other. I paused, momentarily frozen before taking his hand into my own, as if his hands weren't all over me and fingers deep inside of me the other night.

Angelo's eyes pierced through me, looking at me up and down, eye fucking me me.

I think we shook hands a little too long, because Antonio had to clear his throat in order for us to stop looking at each other. I bit my bottom lip as I turned my attention back to his father, who had something of an unimpressed smile on his lips. "You've met before?"

I glanced at the man in front of me. "We've talked." I was even more disturbed than before. Not only did I have to marry a man that I barely knew, but he was also the man that fucked me merciless in his car. Fuck my life.

"We've done a lot more than talk." Dominic said quietly, I shot him a glare.

I gave my father a worried expression. "He just drove me home once, that's all." He nodded and I took a seat by the table on the left of my father. Dominic was directly across from him.

I didn't know what to call him anymore; Dominic or Angelo? I figured I'd just call him Dominic since he fucking lied to my face.

I wouldn't even dare to look at either of them. The seats were cushioned with a plush material, and I was instantly relieved to get off of my feet. "You look much different than the last time I saw you." Antonio mentioned.

The last time he saw me? What the fuck did that mean? "I hadn't noticed." I muttered under my breath, yet my voice was still audible to all of the men at the table. My father let out a nervous chuckle. "I apologize for my daughter, she has something of an.. attitude problem."

"You have a perception problem." I countered. I had had enough from my father and his stupid apologies. If I were to apologize for every snarky remark he'd made, he would've cut out my tongue by now. Antonio's dark brows raised before he brushed off his hands on his suit.