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   Chapter 17 Storming nights

Mr. Regnante By Serena B. Light Characters: 13384

Updated: 2018-10-08 10:38


Four days of nonstop working and investigation, and it all led nowhere. Arcangelo and Vincent had dealt with every possible person--hell, they even interrogated anyone that may have the slightest possibility of being involved--yet, they were nowhere close to finding the mole.

They used every possible method in the book. They went through every single video feed leading up to the day of Rosalie's assault, and it was all a dead end.

The fourth day of their investigation was coming to an end, and the weather perfectly mirrored the conflict brewing inside.

The night was dark with the moon hidden away, rain pelted down like rocks as lighting cackled overhead followed by the deafening roar of the thunder. Every so often, the intensity of the rain would increase, and one knew, a minute spent outside would mean being soaked to the bone within seconds.

Arcangelo stared outside as the lighting struck far away, the rumble of thunder following shortly after. He heaved a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.

This was frustrating, and he just needed some good news to combat this lack of success. However, he wasn't getting that anytime soon. Even now, as the rain poured outside, he would generally find himself enjoying its intensity; but today, he just didn't feel like it at all.

Vincent stepped into the room, silently taking a seat as he threw back his head, heaving a heavy breath as he felt just as useless as Arcangelo at the moment.

"Wanna grab a drink?" Arcangelo suggested from beside the window, knowing that a drive and some whiskey should lighten the mood.

Those plans, however, seemed to be shot down by the delay in Vincent's response.

"I would love to..." Vincent trailed uncomfortably as he knew what this meant. "But I gotta get back to Alyna. She's waiting up for me and-"

"-Yeah, no. I get it." Arcangelo nodded, momentarily having forgotten the professional set up between them which Alyna had forced them into when Vincent informed her that he was being reinstated.

Arcangelo had never hated his sister more than he did when he was told that they would either be purely business or Vincent wasn't coming back. It was like taking his best friend away from him without him being dead. The blonde haired man hated it just as much as the taller one did.

It all just felt so foreign. The formality, purely business, no jokes or light-hearted banter. It was sickening, because this was the man he came to consider his brother, and now they were nothing more than business partners with an employer-employee relationship.

"Head on home, Moretti, " Arcangelo stated monotonously. "Leave before the weather outside worsens."

He heard the rustle of fabric as Vincent stood from his seat, momentarily hesitating and shuffling before bidding his boss a goodnight and walking out of the office. An uneven breath escaped him as he braced himself against the window pane, feeling the cool glass beneath his palms.

Without thinking, he grabbed his car keys from the desk before making his way out of the room.

"Sir?" Major called in surprise when Arcangelo walked passed him and down the hall. "Sir."

He didn't acknowledge his calling as he stepped out into the rain, Major's voice muffled and distant to his ears. The rain was cold and harsh against his skin and within seconds his shirt was clinging to him. Getting in the car, he didn't care if he was spoiling the interior or ruining his designer clothes, or the fact that he might fall sick.

He just needed to leave.

Leave and get away.

As he drove aimlessly, Arcangelo realized that he wanted hot chocolate. So, he spent a majority of the time driving around and looking for an open cafe or dinner. But due to the weather, and the time, everything was closed.

Without much thought, and with no actual purpose, he parked the car.

Stepping out, he walked across the street and made his way into the apartment complex, glancing at the sleeping clerk before riding the elevator up.

rd, forcing her to straddle his lap as she stared at him with a gaping mouth and slightly wide eyes. "So I learned from early to only cry behind closed doors, on dim lights, without sound, to howl in pain silently, to break down without anyone knowing, and to never ask for help."

"Because when no one sees you suffering, do you really suffer? Much like, when a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? I can always just pretend that whatever pains me never happened, and I can always go back and face the world pretending I'm okay. Then why should I cry? Why should I allow myself to be sad? Why should I break down? It doesn't make sense, does it?"

"After all, feelings are nothing more than chemicals."

Rosalie stared at him in silence for a moment, the dimness of his eyes, all those hidden secrets, all that pain and sorrow, buried away and suppressed.

Why? Because feelings are nothing more than chemicals that are benign and meant to be passed off as nothing.

Wanting to prove him wrong, Rosalie connected her lips to his.

The suddenness of the action caught Arcangelo by surprise, but it didn't last for long before he responded. Deepening the kiss as he pulled her closer, her fingers slipping into his black tresses. A small groan escaped him as she pulled away, their faces flushed with their chests heaving and their eyes alight with everything and nothing.

"Tell me you felt nothing." She panted. "Tell me that this...did not make your heart race, your mind want more, did not make you react the way you did. Tell me it was all the work of chemicals and none of the desire."

Arcangelo stared at her in silence before she grabbed his hand, placing it against her chest as he looked at her in surprise. "Feel my heartbeat and tell me why it's so fast."

Suddenly, he noticed that her heart was racing. Rapid, quick, relentless. The beat rhythmic against his palm as he looked at his hand placed on her skin before looking up at her flushed expression.

And he realized why.

Why it was beating so fast.

Because of him.

Without warning, he stood up with her wrapped around his waist, her expression giving away the surprise and confusion she felt at his action as he walked them over to her bedroom

"Your heart may be beating fast." He growled lowly, gently laying her down on the mattress as she stared at him with shining eyes, her lips parting in anticipation as a small moan escaped her when he unbound her robe, resting his palm against her side, and leaning down to brush his lips against her's with every word that followed.

"But I want your heart to beat a lot faster for me."

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