Arranged Dominant Love novel Chapter 20

Antonio

I call Angelo for the hundredth time and he is not picking his phone. I tried to reach him by the two way radio but there is not sign of him. Where the fuck is he? I have my men patrolling around the territory. I have not told Arielle anything considering Angelo. She just has her brother within her side. If ever something happens to Angelo then Arielle would never forgive me. She already hates me afterwards she will grow an ocean of hatred for me.

Made men are searching for him everywhere. We even tried to hack his phone but its unreachable. Haven't he returned to New York? Well, I don't think he would leave his sister here alone. What if he betrayed us and is in an agreement with Marco Ricci. If ever Angelo was an intruder I swear to Madonna of slaying him when he becomes visible in my view.

I have seen him fighting and I must agree with the fact of him being extremely strong. Angelo is sharp with mind plotting. Years ago I heard quite impressive things about him regarding the mafia life, during the betting for the next Capo, Angelo was in the highest rank but his father chose Luca as the next Caporegime of New York.

My phone rings and I pick it under a second, its Rocco.

"Shoot."

"We found him."

"Where?"

"Come to the hospital." He hangs up.

Shit! They strike Angelo and here I was suspecting him. In a swift I stormed outside from Leon Mansion and head to the car. He must have been injured severely otherwise Rocco would have never dragged him to the hospital. Being soldiers to the Capo, Made men do not usually visit the hospital. We cure our wounds in private.

My grips tightens over the steering wheel as I pull up in front of the monstrous building. People are gawking at me while I walk past the reception, removing my sunglasses I proceed toward the elevator then press the number which Rocco texted me earlier.

Once the elevator opens I rush trough the corridor then to the ward in which Angelo is admitted. There are five soldiers standing in front of the door with gun on their hands. They bow their head at in the sign of respect then I gesture them with my hand before entering the room.

Rocco is sitting on the couch with her phone in his hand, he gazes at me when I stride inside. My eyes analyses Angelo who is unconsciously laying on the bed with multiples tiny tubes over his body there are several machines making slow beeping sounds. The entire room scents like medicines. Stepping near the bed I stand beside him and watch his face which has been bruised. An oval bandage is wrapped around his face and one is surrounded around his head.

"He got severe damage in the head and the doctor said..." Rocco presses his lips together before gazing at me with dread.

"He said what, Rocco?" My voice is serious and concerning.

"Angelo can barely survive, his skull has been comminuted leaving blood clots on his head. The doctors tried their best to give him the surgery he needed and now he is under observation for the next twenty four hours."

"Nothing should happen to him." I murmur looking at his almost dead corpse.

"Does Arielle know?" Rocco glances at me with knits brows.

I shake my head. I run my palm over my face the pace before the bed. "How do I tell her?" I sigh. "We were supposed to get married the day forward."

"Let's hope Angelo gains his consciousness by the morning." Rocco's voice cracks when he utters each words. I've noticed his friendship with Angelo for the past days. Rocco doesn't makes friend, it's not an obvious choice for him-Angelo meant a lot to Rocco. A weird pain throws pulse in my chest when I realised what would happen when Arielle finds out.

"Don't tell Arielle anything." I mutter.

"I will be staying here." He whispers, his eyes are pierced to Angelo.

"Haven't you informed his family?"

"Marco Ricci said he doesn't care until things comes for Luca. He said tell Angelo to Rest in peace." Rocco sounds I'm rage.

I clench my fists in anger, how can he be so heartless about his son, I admit Arielle is a daughter and sooner or later she needed to leave hos house but what about Angelo, he is the son, perhaps the next king of New York.

***

I slick back my wet hair with my hands, the shower did nothing to lessen the tension in my shoulders and neither did raising off with my hand twice. I still feel on edge and debate on lighting up a cigarette to calm my nerves.

An entire day has passed. I have been busy searching for the culprit who dared to abuse the man belonged to my famiglia. The dejection of Angelo's state is causing an impact on the Giordano brothers, non of us are willing to proceed forward. I admit that Angelo will be my brother-in-law yet, there is an existence about him which is significant.

There was nothing stopping me from walking down the hall and entering Arielle's 's room. There was nothing stopping me from tying her hands to the bedpost and licking her entire body until she comes apart. My pants tighten and I fix my erection to give myself more room. There's this constant throbbing as if the damn thing has its own heartbeat. My mind races with dirty thoughts of how tomorrow night is going to go. She's either going to fight like her life depends on it, or she'll melt in my arms and give into pleasure.

I shouldn't feel guilty, why the hell would I feel guilty about not telling Arielle about Angelo, it would just ruin her sleep...

Selfish bastard. You're guilty because if it were your brother you'd want to know.

Frustrated with myself I storm out of my room, curse under my breath. I slam my door shut, stomp my way down the hall and bang on her door. I can hear her gasp on the other side of the door. It takes her longer than expected to answer. She's standing looking exhausted in a silk pink nightgown, she's not wearing a bra, fuck, her breast pointy and perky as they show through. She's so small that she has to crane her neck to look up at my six foot four stature. Her eyes are fixated on my arms and I raise my eyebrow.

She reaches out to touch my arms, but quickly catches herself and pulls back. I realize she's never seen my bare arms that are covered in tattoos-I got both of my sleeves when I turned eighteen and keep adding to them every so often. Most of my chest is covered too. Each design symbolizes something different.

"Your brother is in the hospital."

She sucks in a breath and then looks at me carefully. "Which one?"

"Angelo."

"No, we should postpone the wedd-"

Before I can open my mouth to argue, Angelo shakes his head. "No, you're walking down the aisle tomorrow. Antonio...he's a good man for bringing you here," let me just roll my eyes, "He'll treat you right, I'm sure of it. There's no need to be scared, love."

"But-"

"No buts," Angelo wipes his sister's tears away. "You've seen me, I'm healthy and alive. I know it'll be hard for you to get back to sleep, but you need to rest for your special day tomorrow."

"I don't want to leave you!" Arielle shakes her head.

"Sleep," I walk over to the couch on the alcove. "I'll stay here and watch over you."

Arielle nods her head and climbs into bed. Angelo moves to put his arm around his sister cuddling her to his side.

When her breathing is rhythmic and I'm certain she's asleep I start to close my eyes.

"Thank you," Angelo whispers. "Arielle is...all she's had in life was me. Whenever she was scared or sad as a little girl, I was the one to take care of her. She means the world to me and I hope you don't break her heart." Angelo gazes me with challenging eyes like-hurt my sister once then I'll break your bones.

Would I be able to give her the love she deserves?

"Your sister should not let her heart get too attached to me then," I say through gritted teeth. Nothing pissed me off more than idiots making idle threats or telling me what to do. "She'll be safe under my care."

"I know she'll be safe, I just want to know she'll be safe from you."

"Is this the thanks I get for bringing your little sister to visit you? You'll be lucky that she won't wake up to see you on the graveyard," I clench my fist. "Because one more word out of your mouth and I'm going to put you there. I've been generous tonight in the spirit of my wedding, don't push me too far or else they'll be a funeral."

Angelo clenches his jaw. I watch his hand rub his sisters back and he closes his eyes to rest.

Me, there's no way in hell I'm going to sleep. Not to mention I don't trust anyone enough to let my guard down in this shithole of a hospital. Anyone can walk in and kill us. I sit in the chair and watch the door with my weapons hidden on my body.

I fall asleep for an hour when I open my blurry eyes I see Arielle's angelic face. She looks tiny around his brother's arms, I wonder what she'll look like around my arms.

Tomorrow is going to be the big day of our lives-our future will he based on how our married life will lead us.