MoboReader> Modern > Mr. Regnante

   Chapter 25 Vulnerable

Mr. Regnante By Serena B. Light Characters: 15661

Updated: 2018-10-12 09:41

(Trigger Warning)

The room was bathed in darkness as both the inhabitants lay with their backs to each other. The pitter-patter of raindrops being the only sound accompanying the slow breathing of the two, despite the breaths being heaved in slow rhythmic successions; neither of the two was asleep. Neither could sleep. And neither knew the other was awake.

Arcangelo's heart ached and his head pounded, one thought repeating itself in his mind, "leave, leave, leave". While Arcangelo fought with himself, Rosalie's mind raced with every single word that had been uttered through the day. Her mind reeling and absorbing everything, unable to comprehend the suffering and pain this large stoic man had been through.

The sudden shifting behind her, had Rosalie jolted back to the current, looking over her shoulder, she noticed Arcangelo sitting up in bed, his legs heaved over the edge as he sat with a tense back before suddenly standing up.

"Can't sleep?" Rosalie called out noticing the faint outline of his physique in the dark just standing motionless. "How about something warm, it might help you sleep."

"It's okay, " Arcangelo spoke lowly, seemingly shaking his head. "I wouldn't be able to sleep anyways. Go back to sleep."

"Don't be silly, I'm going to stay up with you."

"No, Rosalie..." He trailed as she got out from beneath the covers, turning on her lamp as she momentarily remained seated before standing up, pulling on a cardigan over her shorts and t-shirt. "Rosalie..."

"The weather looks beautiful, " She spoke dismissively as she peeked from behind the curtains. "Join me on the terrace?"

Without waiting for a response she pattered outside her bedroom and into her lounge. Pulling apart the curtains, she pushed open the glass double doors as a cold gust of wind blew back in her face, a shiver going through her. Rubbing her arms, Rosalie pulled the cane chairs beneath the shade, relieved to see them dry before settling on one of them, her knees pulled up to her chest as she breathed in the petrichor, allowing it to engulf her mind as a small smile played its way onto her lips.

After a few silent minutes, Arcangelo came and joined her as well; settling in the vacant chair and lighting a cigarette, inhaling deeply before blowing the cloud into the rain. They sat in silence, Rosalie with her arms around her knees and Arcangelo quietly smoking away his lungs, both of them allowing the silence to elongate between them with the only sound being that of the rain against pavement and the distant rumble of thunder accompanied by sporadic strikes of lightning.

"You thought you'd leave in the middle of the night once I was asleep, " Rosalie whispered gently. Not asking, not uncertain, but stating.

Arcangelo's movements faltered for a moment as the words swam through his mind.

"That was the plan." He admitted after a silent pause. Knowing there was no point in lying considering that she knew what he had in mind.

"But little did you know I wouldn't sleep, "

"I had my suspicions..."

A humorless chuckle escaped her lips as she ran a hand through her disheveled hair, having tossed and turned for hours on end before giving up.

"Don't you like this?"

"Like what?"

"You and me? What we have? Us?" She clarified as her stomach churned in discomfort, finally lowering her legs to the ground as she watched the side of his face, noticing how he was deliberately extending the poisonous inhale in order to stall for time.

"I do." He finally spoke after doing away with the excess ash. "That was the main reason I told you because I wanted you to know everything before we progressed. I didn't want the foundation of our relationship being past secrets."

"Then why were you planning on leaving in the middle of the night like some dirty robber?"


"Because of what, Arcangelo?" Rosalie demanded gently, sitting on the edge of her chair now as her entire being was on high alert. "I don't think you realize how goddamn hurt I am."

"Why would you be hurt?" He asked her with a humorless chuckle, discomfort evident on his features as he has never had to explain himself, and now that he had to, he didn't understand how to.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She retaliated, her voice high and shrill. "You're my boyfriend, and just hours ago you confided in me the secrets of your past and deemed it to be appropriate to leave me at a moment where I am utterly confused and bewildered as to what to do with all this new information. You dropped an atomic bomb on me, Arcangelo. Now help me sort through the wreckage."

"That is why I thought it best to leave." He informed, taking one last drag from


A lump formed in her throat as she could picture a little Arcangelo kneeling on the floor, scrawny and thin with shaggy black hair as had his gaze down, a whip coming down on him from the darkness. The sound of leather against skin reverberating through her skull as the little boy jumped in pain, but made no sound.

The thought had Rosalie's skin crawl as she inhaled sharply.

Moving forward she traced the scars across his back as the Arcangelo before her didn't make a move, his gaze forward with his hands bunched into fists at his side, standing tall and rigid. She was so close that he could feel her warmth at his back, breath fanning over the skin of his shoulders, her warm fingers gliding over his spine, tracing every single scar that was visible to her.

Suddenly, Rosalie placed her lips to the middle of his shoulder blades, placing a kiss there before pressing her lips to the scar in a gentle kiss. Uncertainly Arcangelo looked over his shoulder at her, watching as she placed tender kisses against his skin, her fingers against his sides. He felt her arms wrap around his waist as her chest was pressed against his back, her head rested against his spine. For a moment Rosalie tightened her grip around him, wanting him to know that she was there for him as she inhaled deeply, trying to blink away the tears that were welling in her eyes, knowing she had to be strong. Her composure returning when she felt Arcangelo envelop her hands with his own.

She felt Arcangelo's fingers tremble as he was rubbing his thumb over the skin of her palm, the sudden sensation of something wet falling on her hands. Lifting her head off his shoulder, Rosalie looked at his back she noticed him to be hanging his head, both of them quiet and unmoving.

Pulling her arms away from Arcangelo's waist, she walked around him, her breathing feeling unbearably painful as she watched the tears stream down his cheeks, his gaze downcast as he tried to wipe away the tears. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Rosalie cupped his cheek into her hand, wiping the tears as she noticed how despondent he felt.

Releasing a shaky breath, she kissed Arcangelo's cheek before kissing his forehead, grabbing hold of his hand, she gently nudged him backwards until his legs came in contact with the bed, the suddenness having him fall with a bounce. Straddling his lap, Rosalie cupped his face into her hands, gently pressing her lips to his, once, twice, three times.

"Just like I'm safe in your arms..." Rosalie spoke quietly, kissing him once more. "You're allowed be vulnerable in mine..."

"I know you've had a rough time throughout out your life, curio mio...And I can't promise that the years in the future would be easier. But I can promise that I will be there to help you through it, " She promised him as she pulled off her shirt, throwing it onto the floor as she connected her lips with his once more, taking things slow and gentle for this night, because they were no rush to be anywhere, nor did they have a schedule to keep.

Tonight, they tasted every inch of the other person's being and soul.

Free to Download MoboReader
(← Keyboard shortcut) Previous Contents (Keyboard shortcut →)
 Novels To Read Online Free

Scan the QR code to download MoboReader app.

Back to Top