Chapter 32 - Thirty-two.

Felt like saying this, this book won't be stretched. I would like to detail everything but not stretch it to a great deal. If I am brief or unclear somewhere, please point it out for correction. 

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She moaned loudly. She was sure that she had never tasted something so tasty in her life. The cheesecake came out to be amazing and she was sharing it with Angelo. And as for the necklace, she had decided to deal with it later after her stomach grumbled and growled.

He was having a little smile on his face as he saw her eating, he knew how to cook and bake but he was never this happy to cook for someone. She was visibly enjoying every bite of the cake and he was enjoying her reactions to it. It was a little awkward from her side as he hoped that she would be a little more open than before but if he comes to think of it now it was obvious that she didn't know what to do.

"Alexis," he called for her attention. "Would you like to go out for a change?"

She sat frozen with her mouth open as she was going to have a bite when he asked her this question. Is he serious? Or was this a test?

A snap of fingers in front of her brought her attention back to the present. She cleared her throat and reached for the water next to her plate containing desert. Sipping it a little, she placed it back and tried to form an answer that didn't make her sound desperate.

"Yes," as gently as she could, not wanting to give her desperation of freedom away, she spoke. "I would love to go out." She looked into his eyes. He had green eyes with little specks of yellow in them and she noticed them for the first time.

A soft thud came on the table and she looked away, much to Angelo's dislike. Two cups of coffee were placed in front of them. Angelo went to hold both of them and held out his arm for her. Lightly touching his elbow, she walked along with him as he let her out of the house. It was a silent walk to the front door from the dining room.

As soon as the guards outside opened the doors, she looked up at the sky and saw the stars scattered beautifully, pleasing to the eye. The cold New York air that she breathed in. She now knew that nothing could remain within someone's touch. Someday, things just.. disappeared.

"Where are we going?" She questioned him softly as she looked around. They were in the garden area.

"It's the garden of your house and We're going to sit on a bench to enjoy the night in peace." Which I feel only with you.

Whereas in her mind, the words 'your home' were ringing more loudly than church bells.

"So," he said, "why hasn't anyone filed a missing report for you yet?"

Her eyes widened as she heard him. Why would he ask her that? Regardless of that, this meant that he had people from the police on his side. She gulped the worries in and thought of what made him ask her that. But of course, a mafia man who had every corrupted officer under him was probably making sure no one looked for her.

"I don't communicate much." She said looking at him once and then looking at the beautiful garden in front of her. 

"Oh is it?" He chuckled, his voice went from soft and gentle to a tone of malice and danger. "One thing Alexis," barely containing his anger he said, "lie to anyone you want but not me."

He didn't want to ruin the progress that she had made with him. A kiss in this situation and willingly felt too good and he did not want anything to ruin that, not even her.

She shook slightly. Her hands held the cup tightly as her hands shook, the coffee was threatening to spill out and stain the beautiful dress she was wearing. But it didn't matter because the man next to her was angry again and sounded like what he had been when he had punished her. This seemed unreasonable and she wanted to call him out on this but the fear of torment told her to keep mum. 

"I don't have any friends." She whispered, looking at him hoping he won't question her on the topic by looking at the sadness her eyes held.

But he didn't. Angelo didn't look at Bambi's eyes she was making at him. If he wanted to ask her something then he simply would and she couldn't stop him.

"Why?" He sipped his Coffee.

She scoffed loudly. 'Couldn't he see how troubled I am by this?'

"Because," she was frustrated as she answered him, "I was bullied and those bullies bullied the others that talked to me. They did not care what effect they had on the other's mental state just for their laugh. Is your laugh more important than someone's tears? They judge all they want but can't they do it silently? Because you're hurting the other person! But no, you kill them every day, you make them lifeless before they can even step into living the life." She cried.

Keeping the coffee aside, she rubbed her face to wipe away the tears. She hated how weak she had gotten for some mere human contact and now she didn't need anyone to live her life. She huffed a little and looked back at Angelo who was listening silently. Keeping his coffee next to hers, he leaned in and kissed her lips and then her forehead.

Looking deeply into her eyes, he asked what she knew was her deepest, darkest desire. Something that she had buried deep inside her that she had forgotten about it. Maybe because the biggest favour she could do on herself was to move on. 

"What do you think of revenge on them, my darling?"