Dancing with the Devil || Complete

~Her Corpse~

Chapter 22

Angola's Pov:

I envision myself safe with Mateo right next to me holding our baby it's a beautiful baby boy. I'm smiling as the tears in my eyes well up.

Taking my hand I caress Mateo's face and he looks up at my eyes. The expression on his face changes into a panic.

"Nola, wake up! You need to wake up! NOLA!" He screams.

Blinking my eyes open I'm filled with disappointment as I realize that I'm still here, I'm still stuck with Mr. Traitor. He helps me sit up but I pull away and distance myself as much as I can.

"Here have some breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day." He says handing me a tray.

I don't smile or even budge. I just turn away and lie back down. But as I do so the little bean inside decides to kick me until he gets what he wants.

My stomach also growls in protest at my stubbornness. So I give in and take the food.

On it I see it's filled with bacon and sunny side up eggs. Some tater tots, and ketchup shaped like a smiley face. I frown.

"I remembered how much you said you like your eggs extra runny. Oh and I also got some vitamins for your baby, and doctor Jones will-"

I cut him off before he can speak any further.

"How long are you planning on keeping me here? If you want to kill me and get back at me you should've done it a long time ago." I say with the slightest annoyance.

He doesn't respond. I look back down at my plate and pick on the egg until it pops.

"Why now? I mean why come back when I've finally moved on? You truly do have the worst timing. First our wedding and now this?" my voice almost falters at the end but I catch my breath.

He hesitates to answer. I decide to take a bite, praying he didn't poison it.

"I'm sorry..." He says sorrowfully.

I pause but don't turn to look at him.

"I know that was a dick move not showing up at our own wedding. But it wasn't entirely my fault, it was his!" he says desperate.

This time I do look at him.

*What does he mean, by its his fault?*

He must've noticed my sudden interest as he continues.

"One of my men had accidentally shot Mateo's wife, and so he found out about our wedding and wanted to come find me. So, to keep him away I tried to talk to him but instead he got angry and tried to kill me. Luckily, I escaped but I couldn't go to you, especially not when he wanted to kill me." he says looking into my eyes.

I sit still in shock as I try and process the words he'd just said to me in my head.

*One of his men had killed Lara, and that's why I never got to marry Francesco. So this whole time, I had almost married the man who killed Lara?*

"How in the hell does one of your men 'accidentally' kill a woman traitor, I mean Francesco?!" I ask with a rise in my tone.

He sighs. I flinch and move away as he takes a seat at the corner of my bed. Taking note of this he hesitates before taking any steps closer.

"It wasn't meant to fire at her, it was just a warning shot. But she saw and decided to take the hit. I killed the man who did that and I even sent flowers to her funeral."

I sit in disbelief at his idiocy, and the audacity this man has.

"So you think sending flowers will make things better?! You are unbelievable. Typical you, always giving gifts when you're sorry." I say crossing my arms.