Chapter twenty-seven ||- Wife!

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P.O.V
Angelina

"Are you ready to go?" Angelo asked, making his way towards the door.

No I was not ready at all. But did I have a choice.

I wore a simple white slip dress with a white kitten heel. I don't know why but I decided to go with all white today.

"Yeah, I guess." I responded.

Angelo, Ivan, Levi and Damien got in one car. Maksim and other people I've only seen once got in another car.

But if they were all going with each other then who am I going with?

"You're coming with me" someone said from behind me, making me go still, I turn around briskly. There, stood Nicolas with hands in his pocket, staring at me intently.

He's not talking to me, right? There's no way that i'm going with him-

He could literally throw me out the moving car, because there is without a doubt that he knows I stole his money. You know what fuck this, i'm not going.

I don't care what he says or what he thinks, but I'm not going with him. It was only two of us left, so I have made my decision, I'm staying.

I barely made it to the door when I heard
his voice again. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know you tell me." I sighed, like is he blind, can he not see I'm going back inside? Not wanting to piss him off I continued. "I feel...sick so i'm going back to bed." I said with a fake smile plastered on my lips.

He smirked, "you think I'll kill you for stealing my money?"

I knew it! When he made that comment at breakfast, and stared at me, I knew he had figured out.

And yes, I'm fucking terrified.

"No." 𝐿𝒾𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒.

"You're not even scary" 𝐿𝒾𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝓌𝑜.

"Is that so." He said raising a brow.

"Yeah" 𝐿𝒾𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒.

He clenched his jaw before adding. "Get in the car Angelina."

Without waiting for my response he walked towards his car and got inside. I really didn't want to go through this today, so I just obliged. I hopped into the seat beside him and placed the seat belt on immediately, because if it's one way he can kill me, it's definitely pushing me out the car.

His car smelled cool and expensive, like spicy cologne and fine Russian leather.

After driving in silence for at least ten minutes, I got bored, I've got nothing to do...other than to talk to the man right next to me."Nicolas" I said, why, I have no idea. "Nice name."

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