His

use I would never shoot you. Women and c

hing about Angel that made me trust

n?" I asked, voicing t

is firstborn. He wouldn

e that when he just killed a

a lot, because the man is a cold-hearted ass." Angel raised his hands, fear flashing in ey

rry. I won't tell him. Besides, I completel

frequently look over his shoulder to make sure Tristan

w one another. He was truly a sweetheart, which made me wonde

e anyone until Tristan found me homeless and sl

hat'

that made him sound like some kind of

one, and out in the cold rain with no way

t- he was

ent now? Unless he's always been this

ld on to the chivalrous Tristan. The one wh

mber the soothing words he whispered in my ear. And I remember t

e best in a flip of a switch. I mean the sex was great, phenom

fe. I was happy with him. Even if it w

nd Mateo are going to be the reaso

?" I questioned in surpr

ry bone i

*

e of the bed waiting for Mrs. Lucci

Tristan was the one who wa

ured. "Where

you at the

, genuinely surprised by his sudden change in be

lips. I started for the door, shifting past Trist

h worry, afraid that he'

going to say something, but the

me out of the room and into t

re waiting a

. Pasta, pasta, and more pasta. My madre(mama) used to mak

ight of me at the head of the table. Katya was sitting to

was s

conversation every now and again, but it only ever l

n's way, trying to figure out w

st kept coming back to me. Tristan seemed so

did have a heart, but it was only for a brief moment that I experienced it. Which makes me w

here. I was in a total daze, thinking about the time Tr

date had been perfect. He had been perfect. But after throwing up in the bathroom and realizing my

gh, I was

and decided to put all of my efforts into

th him. The man was like a ghost. And it didn't help that I knew what h

barras

ght stand to a stranger, but it just so

but realizing it hadn't when I looked up f

gizing. "Mi dispiace(I'm sorry). I

ked, having not said a s

I made up a quick lie to a save myself from being embarrassed any further. "About Mate

ristan raised his hand and shook his head. Rafaele

ered. Angel nodded and follo

dating. But with Angel, I can relax and be somewhat of mys

that he was still fast asleep. I chuckled, noticing that his chunky

is forehead, whispering a lullaby in Italian bef

eater now with Angel on my side. I'm not a hundred percent sure t

*

he door. Looking out the window, I stared at

se, the sound of shuffling filling

nd pulled me in. Cinnamon permeated my

the phone call I made and to who. He's been real silent

ch rather he flip out, then to be this calm

even said he wouldn't hurt me. But I can't help thi

, but he's planning som