Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt .
Word Count → 395 :: 5 am, do not blame me if this makes no sense xD
The growl itched at his throat, longing to be voiced, his disgust at himself and the woman for allowing their tyst to have happened flowed through him strong, it was shameful how weak and pathetic he got because of those around them, even more humiliating that he had resorted to alcohol Alex had managed to sneak into his chambers at some point, not that the substance had remained hidden long, but the pale one didn't drink much and he'd allowed it to remain. Now little was left of the others stock of wine and the like, the names of each drink beyond the Angelo, having never really cared for or drunk in his life until that night. It was an experience of sorts, for at least now he knew never to repeat such foolishness again. Luck betrayed him once more, leaving him to misfortune; it was just so typical that she's arrive upon the borders on one of the days that he and Alex were walking them. Sending Alex away would be suspicious and outright refusing to speak to the woman would look just as bad... he was stuck, with no escape and no get out of jail free card.
Yet, the most surprising thing was that the woman, Wander if he recalled her name correctly, had actually sought him out. From past impression he had left on her it would not likely be because of love or some ridiculous romantic pursuit of him, stalking maybe, she did have that stalker feel to her and it seemed like a plausible reason to the Angelo. Pondering the grey-brown woman’s purpose upon his boards, his mind began to drift into debate, only to be drawn back to reality by the lone females words. Blinking he recited them, confused and now even more curious to know why she had come in the first place. “You approach my borders, state your business woman” he asked, his voice clear and leaving no room for argument, it was an order, a demand of knowledge which only she possessed. A squeeze of his hand reminded him of Alex's presence, his stomach beginning to churn and knot upon itself all over again. “Ignore him, all bark no bite. Anything we can do to help you with, miss?” Alex cut in, shooting the Angelo a look and mouthing 'be nice, misery guts' to him.
Keep your secrets in the shadows and you'll be sorry
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