The Mafia Lord's Captive✅

Chapter 29

Alessia

Panic rose inside me as I heard the voices of Angelo and his mother resonate through the walls. I didn't know Angelo would bring me to his mother's house. Yes, I don't know a thing about his family background, but judging by the way she reacted to his visit, it shows they're not on good terms. Curiosity gnawed and I found myself getting up and walking in the direction of the bedroom.

"Seeing your face always reminds me of that night, Angelo." Was the words of his mother that I heard. My heart thumped inside. It meant they were arguing.

"I know Mother. I know you don't want me anywhere near you but please allow me to take you out of this shackle. We can-"

"No Angelo. I don't want to go with you, stay with you, or associate myself with a murderer. Joining the mafia world wouldn't change anything. You're no different from the enemies. Just leave." I heard the sound of footsteps making me rush away from the door. My head turned at her words. Why was she referring him to as a murderer? Her son? Who did he kill?

I pretended I was arranging the living room when she came out. "Get your hands off my things!" She spat her tone sharp. Just then Angelo also walked out. I saw nothing but pain in his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot. It took an ounce in me not to wrap my arms around him. Yet, his next statement snapped me out of my thinking. "Let's go, Alessia." He said weakly.

"No," I said almost immediately, surprising both him and his mother. "I'm not ready to leave yet," I added.

"I don't entertain outsiders here." Angelo's mother chirped in passing Angelo and me a look before leaving through the entrance.

"Al-"

I didn't give him the chance to complete his sentence when I rushed up to him and engulfed him in a hug. His body went rigid for a while before he soon relaxed but didn't hug me back. I wasn't the one the hurtful words were being thrown at, but I found my eyes welling up. "I'm sorry." I muffled out.

Angelo slowly pulled me away and looked into my eyes. "Why are you crying? And saying sorry?" I know he was only holding himself back. Deep down his heart is in pain.

"I didn't know this is how your relationship is with your mother," I confessed.

He flashed out a smile which was a forced one. "I'm fine. It's nothing I'm not used to."

I shook my head in a disagreement manner. "You don't look okay to me, Angelo. Your heart is in pain." I went ahead and placed a hand on his chest. "You're not okay here." I thought my words would make him let his guard down, instead, he slowly withdrew my hand away. "Let's go." He said walking to the door.

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I know the pain of having an issue with your parents especially the mother whom you are most close to. I felt it when my mother accused me of being dead. I felt the pain deep down. However, how would you feel when your mother looks at you with hateful eyes and calls you a murderer? I thought Angelo wouldn't have a problem in his life. He has the wealth, the fame, and everything he needs. Turns out he was also battling with a trauma.

I couldn't hold in my worries when he didn't come down for dinner. Annie and the rest seem engrossed in their conversation. I wonder if I was the only one who knew about the side of him or if they were turning a blind eye for the sake of keeping peace.

I so badly wanted to comfort him but didn't know how to go about it. He isn't letting me in. No words were exchanged between us throughout our journey back home. And when I went to check up on him when he didn't show up for lunch, his study room was locked from the inside.

The abrupt shift of my chair made the rest look at me. "Are you okay?" Marco was the first to ask.

I didn't answer them and proceeded to the kitchen to meet Lilian. "Can I have Angelo's dinner?"