Bishop |18+|

Ch.49

Alia

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Antonio scowled into the phone as his hands grew whiter with every strain of his muscles onto the steering wheel. "Of all times, they just had to—"

A low growl escaped from his throat upon hearing the faint muttering of Ray's voice on the other-side of the phone. "I'm going to fucking kill the pricks I swear to god. Can you at least change it to a different date?"

The car was speeding at this point, swerving down each lane as it dodged the cars with ease. Gripping onto the safety handles, I clenched my jaw before glancing up at him. "Antonio, slow down." I whispered, a sense of plea hidden behind my words. This man and his anger issues...

Antonio gave me an apologetic look and mouthed the words 'sorry' before I felt the slow decline of the vehicle's hums. This whole morning he just seemed so fidgety—so anxious.

It was really out of the blue knowing he often manages to keep a straight face at all time. Wanting to calm him down, I moved my hand to rest on his thigh, watching the slight flicker in his eyes to my hand before glaring down at the road before him. "Sì, sì. I'll get there. Fuck." He grunted out. "I'll talk later, ciao."

Letting out a huff of hot air, he turned his phone off and placed it in the cup holder before running his hand through his hair. "I can't fucking believe this."

"What's wrong?" I couldn't help but notice his intense gaze on the road and paired with the close knitted brows on his face, it was clear as day he was upset.

With a hand on the wheel, his other moved down to mine that was resting on his thigh, his fingertips gently grazing the flesh. "Business partners decided to move our fucking meeting to this morning." He sighed softly. "I had a whole thing planned out with you today, bella."

It was true, and he genuinely seemed to look forwards to it too after waking me up early with a grin on his face. Something about wanting to visit a winter garden. He even got me hyped up and knowing how gorgeous they looked under the snow, I came prepared by stealing another one of his white trench coats from the walk in closet before we left the manor. "Aw baby, it's not like I'm going anywhere." I smiled in an attempt to make him feel just a bit better.

Watching his face show no change in its form, I opted to leaning over to place a gentle kiss against his cheek. "The garden can wait til this afternoon."

He contemplated for a bit, staring down at the road before he let out a soft groan paired with a gentle nod. "You're right." He sighed but then eventually let a warm smile creep upon his face. "I'll treat you to dinner afterwards—just to make up for it."

Antonio really was the blessing I prayed for every fucking night. He was too much for me and at times, it could get really overwhelming. Watching as his car parked in the guest parking space in front of my apartment, Antonio leaned over to open my door before walking up the stairs with me, escorting me to my own room.

"Only if we go back to La Rosa Di Lucia." I grinned, looking up at him. "Otherwise I'm running away."

"You'll never make it two blocks down the street, baby." I felt his lips press ever so softly against the surface of my forehead, a sweet little grin forming against it. He smelled so fucking intoxicating, and the chilling air just made his scent all the more sharper. "I'll be back. Keep the doors locked and your gun with you, Marcus is taking over for the day." He spoke.