Bittersweet Love - Mattheo Riddle FF

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MATTHEO'S POV:

"I don't give two shits if he's still alive or not. I only care about my sister and her safety." Abel told me in an annoyed tone.

Sometimes his possessiveness over Angelica irritates the shit out of me.

"My sister is my priority, I'll kill you if anything happens to her, I can't afford to lose her because I can't live without her, I'm such a fucking pussy." I said in a mocking voice to represent his stupidness.

"That what you sound like, assmonkey. If you'd actually think this through, you'd notice that if my brother is still alive, you can kiss Angelica's ass goodbye. He will come for her and kill her. And you are next." I mentioned.

He slammed his fists on the table.

"So we have to protect her at all cost." I spoke slowly so that this fuckhead could understand me.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" He laughed as though it was funny.

"It's not like your brother is a fucking psycho who shows no mercy upon those who stand in his way. I haven't even heard of your idea but I can already say this plan of yours," Abel hesitated. "It's suicide."

He jumped up and walked towards the exit, but before he could leave I stopped him.

"Then please go ahead and tell me about your genius plan, asstard." I said, my tone obviously annoyed.

He smirked. "I will find Killian, in case he's still alive, and simply kill him." And with that he left.

That bloody motherfucker.

Typical people are compromised of twenty-one elements, Abel however consisted of double standards.

But my attention was immediately dragged away from Abel and shifted to Angelica instead.

She looked as beautiful as ever walking through the huge library entrance.

Today she wore a sundress which perfectly clung to her curves. She sat down on the empty chair opposite me.

Other people would claim her body to be her best feature, but in my opinion the most gorgeous thing about her, was her face.

"Why did Abel storm out of the library without even acknowledging me?" She asked curiously with an odd expression on her face.

"Because he is a lunatic," I said and Angelica looked even more confused then before.

"What if I told you that my brother isn't actually dead."

Angelica stared at me and pinched her nose. "Are you for certain? I mean you saw him die right?" She shot me a look of pure pity.

Usual brothers would shatter beneath the occasion to see their own brother bleeding to death in front of them, but as it happened I couldn't care less.

The only thing I could focus on was to secure Angelica's safety.

I shook my head. "No. Right after you collapsed I took you to the medical wing. I totally forgot about my brother and as I came back, he was gone," She looked more and more horrified with each word I said.

"But there's no way that he escaped on his own, considering his bleeding wounds. So that means-"

"Someone healed his wounds and helped him to disappear into thin air" She finished and I nodded.

"Smart girl."

"Next Friday, the second of March, we will pay the Order of the Phoenix a visit," Angelica informed me.

"And if we are taken in, we will be under their full protection." She smiled.

"So let's hope it works out, Mia cara." I said.

"Stop." She warned me. My gaze wandered to her hands, which she had tightly squeezed into fists.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said ironically, I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Stop calling me like that, just stop it. I am not your darling."

"Angelica," I pointed at her hands. "Relax. I don't want you turning into Mike Tyson."

She blushed, hid her hands under the table and looked away. "I have to go." Angelica spoke. But as she passed by me I turned to grab her wrist.

"Is everything alright with you?" I asked her. She tried to pull herself away but I tightened my grasp.

"It must be shocking, to nearly have killed somebody. It's not something you can easily forget, is it?" I asked genuinely concerned.

She stared at me with such disgust, it made my skin itch.

"Let. go. off. me." She hissed and ran off.

I'm starting to believe that she actually hates me, but luckily the feelings are equal.

I hate her and her silly bubble she lives in.
I hate her stupid friends.
I hate every second of her life in which she laughs about another man's joke.
I hate her way of dealing with problems.
I hate that she's so stubborn.
I hate that she hates me.

But on top of everything I hate her as much as I want her.

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Usual brothers would shatter beneath the occasion to see their own brother bleeding to death in front of them, but as it happened I couldn't care less.

The only thing I could focus on was to secure Angelica's safety.

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This chapter is shorter than usual but I hope you still enjoyed it! -