My Blood Or My Love? ✔️

Chapter 25: Rosanna This, Rosanna That

I casted Lucien as a different person now. :P 4K reads?  I need some milk! <3
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After we had finished the amazing 3-course meal, I was feeling much better and satisfied.

You can't blame me, though.

Sitting beside a statue and fuckboy wasn't very easy and comfortable.  It's always good to eat something to calm your nerves for the evening.
Food is the elixir of happiness.

I was squashed in between Lucien and Alexander, and let me tell you this.

It was like being locked up in a cage with two hormonal bulls.

The two kept giving eachother death glares while I had to restrain myself from knocking their heads together.  I felt like I was invisible the whole time while the two morons kept debating about every topic that came up in the conversation.

Until, Rosanna was brought up.

That became a full on roaring argument, like politicians screaming at eachother's faces about something as useless as a blocked toilet.

"I'm so happy for you, Lucien,"  Alexander said as he ran his index finger along the rim of his crystal brandy glass.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, Alexander,"  Anna, gushed from the other side of the table.

"It's nothing really, I'm proud of him for finally being able to move on from Rosanna.  I remember how close they were to eachother.  They were almost inseparable but I guess that death can break apart the strongest of bonds,"  Alexander continued to say.

Sheesh, that was a nasty blow.

Lucien's face hardened in a flash and his whole aura became calm and dangerous.
I could feel another storm coming and it wasn't from outside.  I saw him clench his fists underneath the table and his knuckles turned a chalky white.  His left eye twitched slightly and his breathing became heavy and slow.

Bravo, Alexander.  Now you might just get all of us killed.

"Well, at least we had something.  I'm sure it must be so confusing and difficult for you to understand since you've never had the pleasure of experiencing it with your conceited and immature behaviour,"  Lucien said in a hard and even tone.

Oohhh, damn!  Shots fired!

"Boys..."  Anna said in a warning tone and narrowed her grey eyes at them, "Save your childish quibbling for another time and place."

"Of course, mother.  Anything for you,"  Lucien said and I was surprised at his high respect for his mother.

"That's what you said to Rosanna before you let her die,"  Alexander muttered, not exactly quietly since we all heard.

Oh, fuck.  Bad idea, genius.

"THAT'S IT.  I've had enough of your fucking big mouth!"  Lucien stood up and slammed his fist on the table causing all the glasses and chinaware to wobble unsteadily on the table.  The auburn liquid of brandy spilled out of the glasses and stained the spotless, linen tablecloth.

This was the first time I've heard Lucien cuss.  

"At least I don't deny killing her!"  Alexander roared back and looked Lucien dead in the eye.

Wait.  Killed?! 

What was he talking about?  I thought Rosanna died, not murdered.

"ENOUGH, YOU TWO,"  Constantine boomed and his voice was powerful and demanding.

I jumped a little at his tone.
Constantine was clearly pissed off.  He was just like his son.

You all need Jesus...and blood pressure pills.