Queen Of The Australian Mafia ( Complete)

Mystery Unfolds Part 3

3rd person pov.

After Orlando's monologue /confession /obsession Angel almost was on verge of an upcoming panic attack.

Sensing which Orlando moved away from her. Cooling his mind he went on to grab some drinks and yeah he didn't had some but many drinks.

Angel on the other hand took that time to compose herself, to maintain her composure while still paralysed... Somehow fell asleep too in that very position.

Once sure of the intensity of her sleep Orlando untied her, carrying her bridal style brought her in a luxurious room on the aircraft.

Laying her down on the bed, covered her with the comforter. His eye locked onto that small angelic tear stricken face.

"ill wait patiently for you my queen I know it's gonna take time for you to be mine. Its gonna be hard but I won't touch you now without your permission. You will be mine!! Only mine"

Saying so Orlando lightly pecked his queen's forehead and left. Orlando wants her trust, love. He wants his queen to be dependent on him the way she depends on Arthur.

Is it possible - NO

5 hours later the jet landed on the Tuscan land. Angel still asleep there was something wrong. The way Angel's body is reacting to the drugs is completely opposite of how it should.

Orlando shrugged the topic with a very simple reason ' every body is different and so is their coping mechanisms to certain things'

Carrying his queen in his arms bridal style he stepped out of the jet. Protecting her as his most prized possession.

Outside the jet 20 guards along with mansion guards and servants all lined up looking at the sight in awe. Looking at the beautiful sleeping Angel in the arms of their king.

Her body covered in a thin straps ruffled peach gown. Her blonde hair waving in the air. Her skin spotless as white as snow shining with the background of dawn.

Her ears, wrist, finger, neck adorned with the royal Tuscan jewellery. Arthur's promise ring, engagement ring-no sign of both as if it never existed.

The Tuscan people parted bowing their heads making way for their king and queen. Orlando carrier her to the room he got specially prepared for her.

Laying her body down on the heap of pillows. He covered her body till waist with the comforter, adjusted the temperature and curtains. He left closing the bedroom door with a soft click.

Leaving Angel in a deep slumber Orlando entered his office to look over some files that required his attention as a king. On the other hand Angel woke up from her sleep by midnight.

Groggily she sat up rubbing her eyes, looking around at the extreme darkness enveloping her. The fear accumulated of all those, teen years of suffering, hitting her gut like a tornado.

Closing her eyes she tried to run away from the darkness. Instead the the face of king Orlando came in front of her eyes with his confession playing on repeat in her mind.

Not being able to bear anymore Angel started yelling loudly, screaming her guts out. Her wailing echoed in the whole mansion like a siren.

Hearing her screams Orlando woke up. who was peacefully sleeping on the high chair now started running towards Angels room. On opening her bedroom door a devastating scene welcomed him.

Angel sitting in middle of the bed her eyes now shut, tears continuously streaming down the sides. Loud ruff cries coming from her sensitive throat, her chest in speed going up and down.