Page 85 of The Diávolos: Part One
“We’re not done talking about your sense of entitlement, but I’ll allow a break to take care of you before you bleed to death.”
Evan finally lifts his head and turns to me, showing a hint of a smile. I gently wrap his injured knuckles with a small towel and lead him to my bed.
“Sit here and wait for me. Don’t get blood anywhere.” I give him a stern look and point my finger at him. He laughs softly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
A couple minutes later, I come back to the bedroom with a first aid kit and kneel in front of him to tend to his injury. I used to do this with Gianis when he started training as a fighter and would come to my house full of cuts and bruises. It only got worse when he became my father’s enforcer. Stab wounds, gunshot wounds. You name it, I saw it. So, injuries like these don't affect me as much.
“You’re a stupid, stupid man for doing this.” I sigh.
After cleaning most of the blood on his hand and making sure no shards of glass were stuck in his cuts, I apply some ointment to his knuckles and wrap his hand with a bandage. Evan just watches me.
When I’m finished, he breaks his silence. “I’m sorry for lying to you, Angelica, and for dragging it on, even after I started caring for you. I’m sorry for playing with your emotions and betraying your trust. I’m sorry about everything.”
He looks so vulnerable, sitting at the edge of my bed. I nod, urging him to keep talking.
“As soon as I realized my feelings for you were genuine, I drove myself crazy trying to figure out a way to still do right by my uncle without hurting you. You have to believe me, Angelica.”
“I want to believe you, Evan. But youhurt me,” I say as I get off the floor.
Everything comes rushing back. My father’s insults, the slap, Evan’s betrayal, Gianis comforting me. Hot tears stream down my cheeks. I squeeze my lids shut in the hopes of stopping them. Evan pinches my chin and lifts my head up to his eyes, sparkling with hope.
Hope is the only thing that can get us through this dark time.
“If you need me to get on my knees and beg, I will.”
Before I get the chance to respond, he lowers to the carpeted floor and kneels in front of me. He stares at me intently, his gaze piercing my soul. A tingly sensation runs down my body and I’m suddenly aching for him. We sit there, unmoving, looking at each other. I knew Evan was a dangerous man, involved in dangerous things, but I never expected him to be aGodfather.What does this mean for us?
Even if I decide to forgive him, we come from rival families who hate each other. The Vasilakis family would never accept me as one of them, and my father would probably kill me if I told him I was going to keep dating his literal enemy. I promised myself I would never fall for a mafia man and risk ending up like my mother.Dead.
I still struggle with tearing myself away from the mob world, and forgiving Evan is just going to suck me right back in. Reality hits me, and I’m reminded of Evan’s plan. Can I truly be with someone who wants to kill my father? As much as I dislike him and what he represents, he’s still my blood. He’s family. My father’s voice pops into my head and the sting his insults caused is still there. The harsh way he spoke to me is something I will never forget. I’m so overwhelmed right now. I don’t know who to be more frustrated with.
Evan lets go of my chin and I shake my head on my descent back to earth. I didn’t realize I was having a full-blown internal conversation with myself.
“Angelica. I’m going to need you to talk to me. Tell me what’s in that beautiful head of yours.”
I feel a flutter in my chest. I absolutely hate how much of an effect this man has on me.I must stay focused.
“I have nothing to say to you, Evander.” I decide to finally go take a shower, but Evan shifts to his feet and grabs my wrist, stopping me dead in my tracks. “What the—” I look down at his hand gripping my arm and I attempt to jerk it away. “Let go of me.”
“Not until you talk to me,” he says with a warning look.
“Make me,” I seethe as I try to free myself to no avail.He’s so damn strong.
“Don’t make me fuck the words out of your mouth, Angelica.”
“I dare you,” I spit.
“Don’t underestimate me, sweetheart. My dick is my best asset.”
I scoff. He looks so proud of himself for that comment.Douche.
“I love a good challenge, and you need to be taught a lesson for denying me.” His voice turns low and dangerous. He’s not going to back down.
“I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”Who does he think he is?
“That’s not how you felt earlier when I was face-deep in your pussy, fucking you with my tongue.”
I freeze in place. “Me aidiázeis.” You disgust me.
