Angel With A Shotgun | 18+

sixty eight

AMARA CABOT

The air was chilly for a Tuesday. But the sun was out, for the first time this winter.

"Morning." I smiled, wrapping my arms around myself as I noticed Giovanni sitting in the kitchen, "Hey. The boys are at school." He smiles back.

I nod, "Thank you. Hopefully they're doing okay now, I didn't want them to go, but then again I didn't want to stay home and think about it all, you know." Gio nods, "Yeah, coffee?" 

I sit down at the table yawning, whilst Giovanni pours a steaming cup of coffee in front of me, "Legendary, thank you."

We sit in silence, small amounts of light filtering through the tiny windows at the top of the walls, casting shadows on the wooden floor. This house is almost- medieval. Arched hallways, circle windows. All the door handles were brass and that kind of thing.

Who knows, maybe the person who designed the house was a vampire.

"So, Marco's getting out today." I almost drop my coffee, "WHAT?" I grin, "Yeah. The doctors say he's all good. He just needs plenty of rest." Giovanni said, "Alec is at the hospital right now picking him up." 

My smile fades at the mention of Alec, he's been acting so weird since the whole shoot out thing. Especially since his uncle came to town. I don't know what it is, he just seems- off.

"Oh yeah." I run my finger around the rim of the cup, not looking at his face, "What?" Gio asks.

I shrug, "No- nothing. Uh- has Alec talked to you, at all? Like about anything?"

He smiles shortly before shrugging, "Alec doesn't really talk to me at all." 

"Guess we're in the same boat then, huh?"

He nods almost sadly, but then a smile is back on his face. "Why, is everything okay with you guys?" He questions.

I shrug, staring down the half empty cup of coffee before swirling it around the cup, "I never know how to answer that." I laughed humourlessly, "He- he doesn't talk."

"He never has. He keeps everything to himself unless it's something to do with a case we're on." Giovanni adds.

"We only ever talk about me or- how I'm feeling. It's either me, or sex!" I exclaim.

Giovanni scoffs, "Isn't that what all women want, though?" He asks.

I turn my head to him, unimpressed and suck my teeth, "Judging by your face, that was the wrong thing to say." 

I stand up, "You would be correct!" I huff, storming out.

I make it half way down the hall when he calls out to me, "Mar come on- you're being ridiculous." He says.

"And you're sexist." I shout back, "I am not!" He argues, "You are!" I trudge down the stairs, "You say, all women want is sex and to talk about themselves, how is that not sexist?" I yell.

He ponders for a second, "Okay, maybe it is a bit, but I don't know why you're getting so worked up!" His eyebrows furrow and he seems annoyed, "That's like me saying all men want is sex and to be waited on hand and foot like royalty. Preferably by a woman in a skimpy skirt."

He smirks, before shaking his head, "See? Exactly my point."

"Come on, if you got to be waited on by a guy who was shirtless, wouldn't you like it?"

I shook my head, "No. I'd be grossed out and uncomfortable." I shouted.

Giovanni rolled his eyes, "You are so frustrating!" He yells back.