Page 68 of The Diávolos: Part One
“Angelica,” he calls.
I rest my hand on the handle, waiting for him to continue.
“Don’t you dare wash yourself. For the rest of the night, I want you to remember who you belong to.”
“Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.”
–Patti Smith
Straightening myself up, I roll my wet sleeves back down my arms and put my jacket on.
Angelica’s scent is all over my shirt and fingers. I can’t get enough of the pure feminine smell of her. She feels and tastes so fucking good, there’s no way I’m washing my hands after this. My dick is hard as nails, so I do an up-tuck in my trousers, and head back out to the party.
As soon as I step into the cocktail area, everyone is being ushered inside the dining hall to start the party. My eyes quickly scan the room and land directly on Angelica, who is holding a champagne flute and animatedly talking to guests. She looks much happier than when I first saw her, and her shoulders are more relaxed. Her cheeks are flushed, and she has a cute, satiated look on her face.All me, all mine.
I’ll strive to be the one to keep her satisfied forever, even if it kills me. I don’t give a fuck if her father catches wind of our involvement. I dare him to try and stop me from taking her as mine. I’ll gladly kill him or anyone else who intrudes. He deserves the wrath coming his way.
My eyes linger on her for a long moment. She finally turns around to follow the others into the next room. Her gaze crosses mine. She bows her head slightly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Bringing my glass ofouzoup to my lips, I smile and take a small sip.I’ve got you now, angel.
Dion is in the crowd, too, having disappeared earlier. When I meet him at the bar, he looks agitated.
“What’s gotten up your ass?” I ask him.
He scoffs and orders a stiff drink. “I saw Aria,” he mutters, chugging the glass of liquor. “Another one,” he asks the bartender. “When you went after Angelica, I kept my eyes on Gianis for a bit to make sure he didn’t go after her, too. He eventually busied himself with other people, so I walked back toward the veranda to go out for a smoke. That’s when I noticed someone standing in the far corner.” He downs the second drink. “I couldn’t see the person’s face. All I could see was her figure. I knew it was Aria. She looked gorgeous from behind, with her long, blonde hair curled down her back. When she turned around and we locked eyes, she tried to run away. But I stopped her.”
I’m eager for him to get to the point. “And then what happened?”
“I told her I wasn’t going to let her marry him. Ican’tlet her marry him, Evan.”
He looks so defeated. I’ve never seen Dion this choked up about anything…or anyone.
“Dion, I know you. When you want something, you don’t give up easily. I have no doubt you’ll get the girl if you really want her.”
“I really do, bro.”
I nod at him and rest my hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. We grab another drink. I have a feeling Dion is going to get drunk tonight. I just hope I won’t have to be the one to babysit him.
The rest of the evening surprisingly goes by smoothly. When Peter and his goons show up, we ignore each other, keeping things civil for the sake of the party. The only time rivals aren’t at war is when family is involved, and tonight, the party is full of innocent bystanders who don’t deserve to be stuck in the crossfire. Jurian didn’t show and that makes him lucky. If he were here, I would’ve waited until the end of the party and followed him until we were alone to torture him into giving me information, ultimately putting a bullet between his eyes. I’m going to end the fucker’s life for trying to kill me and mine.
I occasionally peek at Angelica. She deserves an award for avoiding my gaze for so long. She’s sitting at a table with her father, trying hard not to look my way. I grab my phone and shoot her a text.
Me: Look at me.
Her phone vibrates in her purse, and she grabs it, a small smile appearing on her lips when she sees that it’s a message from me.
Angelica: No. I’ve seen enough of your face tonight and I’m trying not to attract attention.
She smirks at her phone and puts it face down on the table.
Me: Wrong. If I remember correctly, my face was buried between your thighs. You couldn’t have seen much of it.
Her phone vibrates again, and she quickly grabs it off the table like it’s a hot potato. Her eyes grow wide when she sees my message. She looks up at me, and I wink at her. She rolls her eyes at me.
Me: You’re always such a good girl, except when you roll your eyes at me. I should punish you for that.
The phone is still in her hand when she receives my text. She squirms in her seat. I can see the redness of her cheeks from here. She glances over at her father next to her and angles her phone away from him.
Angelica: Leave me alone, Evan.
