"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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FOR THE FIRST time in my life, I wish that Enzo's presence is still here and didn't downright ditch me to leave me alone with his Capo.
I don't know why Angelo is in a bad mood at the moment. I'm just crossing my fingers and praying that his mood doesn't affect his decision on whether he allows me to go outside or not.
I want to ask him what's wrong, but my mouth completely wires shut as he pulls my arm— practically dragging me to where I believe is our bedroom.
I still haven't memorized the layout of this house because Angelo doesn't really give me time to explore, but the constant dragging around will do a fine job in helping me memorize.
We're still in a hallway when Angelo all of a sudden stops in his tracks, making me furrow my brows into confusion.
He's silent. Completely silent. His back is heaving up and down like he's trying to control his anger.
I know Angelo, and I know his silence is scarier than when he lashes out and speaks. So now, I'm just hoping the ground swallows me alive and I disappear from him, forever.
"Angelo—"
"Don't fucking speak." His growl is low and dark and sends a bolt of lightning through my body.
Having enough of his moody attitude, I don't listen to his demand— which was clearly a warning, "What is your problem? I did what you asked— I attended your meeting and kept my mouth shut so I wouldn't embarrass you."
If he was angry a minute ago then he's soaring with turmoil now because he fully faces me and slams my back to the nearby wall, a few of the frames on the wall falling due to the impact, making me flinch and slam my hands instinctively on his shoulders.
"Did what I asked?" he asks angrily, his eyes coated with nothing but utter wrath, "When the fuck did I ask you to smile at them and look at them with that shine in your eyes?"
I stare at him in shock and confusion. Is this what he's mad about? He's mad that I smiled at them?
"Enzo told me I have to be respectful—"
He cuts me off by slamming his fist on the wall beside my head, "By being respectful, he meant keep your mouth shut and keep your pretty head down. Not look at them and smile at them like they just gave you the best fuck of your life."
I flinch at his words. Is he being serious? I look into his eyes trying to see if he's seriously losing it over me smiling at other men.
"Was eating your pussy not enough? Should I fuck the fact that you're mine into you so you don't smile at other men when it's only meant for me to fucking see?" His callous fingers touch my exposed chest near my collarbone, tracing the word 'mine' on it.
