Divorcee's Choice [Choice Series 3] {Completed}

Chapter 13

"Gabriel" Alex gasps as he gets up from the seat and stares his way.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" he shouts as he looks around the room widely.

"Calm down"

"I will fucking calm down when you tell me why the fuck is my wife in here instead of being at her father's house and what the hell is the meaning of all of this?" he shouts in raged breathing heavily.

"Gabriel, it's..."

"Shut up Alex I am talking with my wife" Gabriel grits through his teeth as his eyes zooms on Amelia.

"I am not here for any fucking games Amelia, and you better start talking about everything I witnessed" he asks, as he cannot still believe what his eyes were seeing.

"Oh please, uncle I am tired please tell this man over here to leave" she sighs as she gets up and turns around.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" he asks staring her up to down as she was in a short dress that came up to her mid-thigh and was backless.

"A dress if you cannot tell the difference" she replies with a sweet smile.

"Go change before I fucking tear it down your body and when we reach home you better explain this shit"

"Ooh kinky, any other day I would have loved it to let you tear my dress but not tonight you see I am too tired and need a beauty sleep...

Why don't you go back home the way you came and we can discuss it tomorrow even if I don't know why I should be doing so" she states moving towards the bathroom but Gabriel stops her as he walks to where she was in few strides and holds onto her arms.

"Don't you fucking walk away from me Duro, I said I need some explanations how the fuck did you get your hands on those weapons the exact same ones we sell"

"How do you think I got my hands on it?" she smiles as she turns to face him with a smile.

"Did you steal it from us?"

"Does it matter?"

"What the fuck is going on Duro?"

"I am not your Duro; please that is a very ugly nickname. What is wrong you say everything is, now get your hands off of me," she orders as all the playfulness disappears from her face.

"Who are you?" he whisper asks watching the woman in front of him.

"Who do you think Gabriel Price, who am I?" she smirks as she goes to sit on the couch and folds her legs atop one another.

"Duro"

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"Oh god, please not that name. Well I was not planning to but seeing how sad you look let me tell you who I am...

Name's Amelia Storm, the head of the family, and yes, I mean a mafia family just like yours. You do know that my father was one as well...

After his accident he named everything to me, been in the business since I was eighteen, unfortunately dad thought I could not handle things alone so he decided to marry me off with someone who was capable to handling his business...

God but you, oh, you turned out to be a runner, running away from poor little Amelia who had no one to look after her...

What did you think just because you were not there for me I would not survive? Oh how wrong of you, you see without you around to bug me everything was easier for me...

Then you are back, wanting to be a good husband to me after all these years, it was fun while it lasted but I do not want to do anything with you...