Page 8 of The Diávolos: Part Two
I can’t deny the pull we still have toward each other, especially when we’re together, but those times don’t come often enough.
I spend my days watching Angelica, making sure she’s safe and taken care of. But each passing moment without her deepens my frustration.
Not even deep breaths rid me of the sense of being trapped in a vicious circle.
The silence between us is deafening, and the distance feels insurmountable. I've reached out through gifts and letters, expressed my desire to reconnect in the only way I know how, but it seems as though my efforts have fallen on deaf ears.
Angelica got her life back.
I feel like mine was taken from me.
Just as that thought begins to fill me with a knot of sadness, my doorbell rings. I shuffle out of my room in a pair of jogging pants to open the door, not bothering to put on a shirt. When I see who’s on the other side, I shut it and walk away.
For fuck’s sake. This is the last thing I need right now.
The door reopens as I grab a bottle of Mastiqua from the fridge, one of the many things that remind me of my angel. If you’d asked me to drink sparkling water before, I’d have laughed in your face.Me,drinking fizzy water? I’m not a little bitch.
Now, I inhale this shit like it’s my last drink every time. The hold that Angelica has on me goes beyond anything I’ve ever imagined. Being so close to her, yet so far apart, this past year has been…challenging, to say the least.
“What do you want, Gianis?” I grumble as I sit on my messy couch.
“What the fuck is up with you?” he asks.
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s eleven a.m., and you’re still disheveled and in pjs. This is unlike you.”
“Don’t act like you know me,maláka.”
He snorts. “I know you better than you think.”
I take a sip of my drink, casting him a disdainful glance. “Enlighten me, then.”
“For starters, you’re always up at the ass crack of dawn. Second, you’re always working.”
“You’ve been watching me,” I say in a mocking tone.
“I watch everybody,” he deadpans. It’s technically part of his job, after all.
“Well, I had a late night and I’m in a bad mood, Gianis, so tell me why you’re here and leave.”
“Peter plans on moving into Antium,” he replies, his jaw clicking.
That catches my attention. I straighten my posture on the couch. The mere utterance of his name sets off a visceral response in me, an involuntary tightening in my chest. Peter Kouvalakis is responsible for killing my uncle, Ignatius, who was like a father to me after my parents were killed. Hearing the bastard’s name is like a loaded trigger that releases a flood of rage through my body.
“What do you mean?”
“I was in a meeting with him yesterday. Said he found a way to bring his paraphernalia into the city, bypassing Hendrick. He wouldn’t elaborate on where and how, but they’re planning on bringing the shit in by land.”
The muscles in my jaw tense. “How is that possible? Hendrick has tight borders. There’s no way Peter’s men will get through without being caught.”
“Beats me. I’m just the messenger. I’m giving you a heads up.”
“And why is that?” I observe him from across the room, my eyes narrowed. There’s no reason for Gianis to trust me, especially since our relationship has been fueled by hate overthe years. I even killed his best friend, Niko, in a total frenzy when I’d learned about his history with Angelica. The fucker still wanted her, and I couldn’t risk any interference. Peter was planning on arranging their marriage.Hell would have frozen over before I’d have let that happen.
“Because there might begirlsin that shipment, headed for the Sisterhood.”
“Oo skatá.”A surge of heat starts to rise from the pit of my stomach, making my mouth taste like acid. “I’ll look into this stat.”
