𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 ✓ [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎]

chapter fourteen ✕ saints and angels

𝐬𝐨𝐡𝐨, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐦
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[unedited]

"Date of birth, September 15th." Angelo recites, reading off the portfolio Antonio gave us of Andrea.

"A Virgo." Armando chimes in.

"And you know that how?" Angelo questions.

"I was into astrology for a bit." He shrugs.

I recline in a seat of the small plane, watching over Santos as he plays with some toys in the floor. We're already almost eleven hours into our flight back to New York and I'm undeniably nervous.

Not nervous to see Andrea again, if anything I'm excited for that.

My gaze wanders over to Angelo, as he reads and rereads the portfolio in his hands. I stand and walk over, sitting next to him.

"You seem engrossed." I comment.

"There's a lot here." Angelo replies, flipping through the pages once again. "As in years worth. And my father-" he stresses the worth with resentment. "Didn't think to inform me Andrea even existed. Or that he himself was alive."

  Angelo looks up at the ceiling and laughs. "It's absurd really. But, I never signed up for normalcy so I can't really complain."

  "In any other situation, I'd be worried. But, things always work out for us, don't they?" I assure him.

  "I suppose." He smiles, but pauses looking over at me quizzically. "Us? We're an us now?"

  I let out an exasperated sigh and push him gently. "You know what I meant."

"Do I?" Angelo laughs, pulling me back into him.

  Suddenly, Santos jumps up and nuzzles his way in between us.

  He looks up and me with a cheeky grin, and warps his little arms around my own. I giggle and hug him back, sticking my tongue out at Angelo.

  He rolls his eyes and grabs Santos, lifting him up in the air.
"Smettila di cercare di rubare la mia donna." He says, hauling the boy over his shoulder. Santos giggles madly, trying to wriggle away from his uncle.

  "Mai!" Santos shouts.

"Angelo, stop throwing the child like a sack of potatoes please." I advise.

  "He likes it." Angelo argues.

  "Well, when his skull gets bashed open on something I'm going to help Armando deal with you." I warn him.

"I'm thinking battery acid." Armando calls from where he's disappeared into the cockpit.

  Angelo cautiously puts down Santos, who whines in protest, but is soon distracted by his toys once again.