Chapter 17 [ Part 1 ]

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===== Chapter 17   [ Part 1 ] =====

With the beautiful woman gone, the father and son look at each other. The deadly gazes they show are quiet and very quiet in not revealing any emotions. Though a person can distinguish the tension between them. Since the exchange of words earlier, they are both displeased. A father simply despising the idea how this son plans to treat his beloved mother second to the girl he just met. A son despising the fact that he isn't allowed to call the girl he shows interest with the term queen.

Alessio narrows his silver eyes when Damiano suddenly crosses his legs. "That woman.... What's her name?" His voice holds indifference. While it is quite obvious to the tone of his voice that the father doesn't really care about Alessio's own lovelife, he is obligated to give "concern" since he is his father.

Alessio respectfully answers despite already telling that name to his father several times already, "(Y/N) (L/N)."

Damiano rests his back on the swiveling chair. He looks towards the ceiling as if deep in thought.

"(L/N)..."

The father blinks his blank silver eyes as he remembers that average-looking girl way back from earlier. But the man has nothing against with you; besides his dear wife takes a liking on you.

"Do you truly choose her?"

Damiano's eyes meet his.

Alessio lowers his head, nodding. "Yes, Father." He then places a hand on his chest as he finally allows his silvery eyes to stare straight at the middle- aged man. "My heart chose her." Damiano brow's raise, but he remains poker-faced. He can see that his son finally experienced it– the deadly symptoms of love.

"Then you know what to do."

"Capture her before someone else.." Damiano takes out something. A gun. He looks down at it, observing every details embedded on the dangerous weapon. "No matter what it takes," he emptily says. Alessio obediently nods. But he doesn't have to hear that. The younger Nikolaise already decided that you'll be his no matter what.. The soor then opens, and Eliza enters.

She smiles at both of them then frowns. "Oh dear. Take your gun away please. This is a safe zone!" Despite the frown on his beautiful wife's face, Damiano stands up.. Then he walks over to her position, gently pulling Eliza into a passionate embrace.

"I miss you," he whispers.

Eliza gracefully takes the gun from her husband's hands.. "My dear, I miss you too. But please no guns. I'll have to confiscate this!!" Damiano does not even bother to argue back to his wife. He lets her. Dumping off the dangerous gun in one of the drawers, Eliza looks back and spots his Son lowering his head at her.

"Mother, I'll leave now."

Eliza nods.

"Of course. You may leave.." She motherly smiles at her son. Damiano also allows him— in the inside, the man's happy since he can finally have his beautiful wife all for himself.. Being granted to leave, Alessio walks out. The black haired man emotionlessly walks. His pace's a little faster than usual; but that's all because he wants to meet with them, with you.

The cafeteria is already in view. You are already in view with the several friends you have made this entire month. Alessio feels the slight churning again, but he ignores it.. Jealousy is always something he feels, but that feeling is not something that can manage to conquer him (well, for now at least)

Emotionlessly, he goes to your table.

His silver eyes rest on you. Gaze unconsciously softens until he perceives Kielle staring back at him with those unidentifiable emotions in his golden eyes. Alessio sits down, beside Peach and before you. And that of course. That's intentional. "So you met up with your dad?" The white haired girl nudges him in the shoulder, smiling at him.

Peach's smile is pretty, but he only focuses on you.

Alessio doesn't respond.

"Alessio?"

You asked since he seems to be losing his touch with the reality again.. Aside from that, his silver eyes are on you again. You feel uncomfortable; and you feel that you are going to be embarrassed, but Alessio said yes. That man said yes when he endlessly stares at you. Your own face turns pink as you feel your hand being grabbed by your friend from your side.

"Kielle?"

You utter, confused by Kielle's sudden gesture.

Turning to him, you see his gold eyes staring at Alessio's silver eyes with something you can't explain. The cousin nervously chuckles. Damn it; it's starting. But she knows that she has to stop the tension from rising then bursting.. Peach looks at your puzzled expression, but she does not know what to say or do.

But she does know that she has to make him drop your hand. Where even is Dante when you need him? Peach complains in her heart. He will normally intrude just by slapping Kielle's hand off.

Silver eyes narrow as he stares at your hand being held...

This isn't the first time that he has seen Kielle touch you inappropriately. Jealousy wraps his cold heart more, but those silver eyes reflect a tiny bit of it. He stares at your hands, not bothering to glance away from that revolting sight. It's as if he's challenging his once loyal inferior to trigger him more.

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