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   Chapter 30 Closure

Mr. Regnante By Serena B. Light Characters: 11001

Updated: 2018-10-14 11:29


Arcangelo sat slumped on the sofa, rubbing his forehead to try and alleviate the headache pounding against his skull as he muttered incoherently under his breath. He jumped in surprise when something cold touched his hand, glancing up, he offered Vincent a weak smile as he took the glass of scotch offered to him.

Taking a sip, he felt the sofa dip as Vincent sat beside him, leaning back and throwing back the contents of the drinks before refilling it.

"I'm the one who's had the rough day and you're the one downing my scotch like some starved man, " Arcangelo spoke as he leaned forward and looked over his shoulder at his best friend who downed his second glass faster than the first.

"Hey, your hell is my hell, " Vincent stated with a raised glass. "And besides, the scotch is good."

"Then you bloody enjoy it rather than drowning in it." His best friend spoke with a smile as he put the decanter out of their reach. "Idiot, "

"Bitch, "

"Asshole, "

"W-" Vincent started to say as he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both Arcangelo and him looking up and straightening as Rosalie walked in, escorted by Major.

Heaving a sigh, he went and retook his seat beside Vincent as he gestured for Rosalie to settle before them. Nervously fidgeting in her place she sat on the edge of the couch as Arcangelo dismissed Major with a nod. The three of them sat in silence as Vincent helped himself to another glass of scotch, earning a glare from Arcangelo as he made his way back.

"Before we get into your little 'errand'..." Arcangelo started, running a hand through his hair. "I want to know if you see what you did wrong here."

Rosalie nodded to his words as she fisted her hands, still a little shaken, and even more uncertain.

"Then tell me what you did wrong, " Arcangelo said as he leaned back.

"I left without telling you, and I should have informed you beforehand or discussed the matter with you."

"Wrong!" Vincent chimed before his best friend could say anything. "You don't fucking tell in this household, you ask for permission to leave. No one leaves without the Boss's say so"

"Vincent-" Arcangelo sighed in exasperation as he rubbed his eyes.

"-I don't think these mafia rules apply to his girlfriend, " Rosalie stated calmly with a look that could have been interpreted as smug.

"Oh, you think you're something special?" Vincent laughed in her face. "His best friend can't leave without his permission and you think his girlfriend can?"

"Vincent-"

"-Really, Rosalie? I thought you smarter than that."

"Enough!" Arcangelo growled at them before Rosalie could retort, giving a warning look at the both of them before rubbing a hand over his face. "He is right, you ask for permission and you did no such thing. Because of you, Salvatore got into trouble as well."

"Is he okay?" Rosalie asked as she bit her lower lip uncertainly, staring up at Arcangelo.

"He's fine." Vincent snapped as Arcangelo held his head in his hands, ready to call him out.

A silence fell over the both of them as Rosalie stared at the two men before her, Vincent looking somewhere off into the distance as Arcangelo sat leaning forward, his shoulders slumped and his head held in his eyes, clearly trying to gather his thoughts as he was much

. And I can't even get revenge because they are all dead so that doesn't work..."

"You have my best interests on your mind, right?" Rosalie asked him softly.

"Of course, " Arcangelo stated, pulling away to look at her in confusion. "Always."

"Then treat yourself like you'd treat me." She started, a small smile quirking at her lips at his bewilderment. "Don't think thoughts you wouldn't want me to think about myself. Don't do things that you wouldn't want me to do. Don't hurt yourself in ways you wouldn't want me to."

"I-I should..." Arcangelo trailed as he looked at her with amusement as she was smiling back at him. "I should treat myself like I would treat you?"

"Yes."

"Like a princess?"

"Like a King."

"You're...you're joking, right?"

"No, I'm serious." She shook her head at him. "If you treat yourself like you'd treat me, maybe it won't bring you to love yourself, but it would end the self-loathing. We can try it out, see how it works and if it isn't working, we'll try something different, okay?" She asked him softly, taking hold of his hands and placing a kiss on his knuckles as he stood before her with eyebrows knitted in thought as he pondered it.

"But-"

"-Just a test trial, " Rosalie interjected, seeing his uncertainty. "Just try it out, and if it doesn't work, you can stop."

"How would I know if it's working?"

"You'll feel good." She smiled at him. "You'll feel comfortable in your skin and wouldn't want to break the mirror whenever you look at your reflection."

Arcangelo looked down at her as he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips at the idea she had presented. Shaking his head, he leaned down to place a kiss on her lips before a disgusted groan had them pull apart.

"Get a room you two!" Vincent exclaimed as they both had forgotten that he was still there.

"You get out of this one." Arcangelo rebuffed, wrapping his arms around Rosalie's waist as he pulled her closer, as she giggled at their antics.

"With pleasure, " His best friend stated as he jumped off the sofa and slammed the door shut behind him, both Arcangelo and Rosalie glancing at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

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