(Isaias' POV)

I stood upright as my boss walks in. He motioned me to sit and I complied quietly. Within the days, months, and years I worked with him, learned a lot from him, I slowly becoming like him. And he openly told me that he adores me more than his own son, but I kept my mouth shut. "I don't need you on this trip, Isaias. You can hang out with my son for the meantime. You deserve a good rest," my boss Claudio Santorini said as he stuffs all the papers in his suitcase. I nodded my head and exited his office quietly.

I decided to go home to my adopted parents. I haven't seen Gian in three months now after that job Claudio gave me. As much as I hate to go back to that house, but I love the old man dearly.

"You're back?" Mrs. Romano's eyes twinkled as she opens the door wide and I reluctantly walks in, ignoring the wicked smile she was throwing me. I'm starting to feel claustrophobic, and she's the only one that made me feel as such.

As the days passed, my hate grew even deeper. If not with her good-hearted husband Gian Romano, I would have left them years ago. He maybe not my real father, but he was the best father I could ever ask for. He welcomed me with an open heart, love me, and treated me like his own son, and I owe him a lot. The only reason that kept me stay.

And just because he loves her so much that I couldn't stop her madness. It breaks me every time, but I was under her palm and she knew that well. I was young, vulnerable, unloved, and she took advantage of it.

"Where's Gian?" I scowled darkly as I strode into the small house and took my coat off, then hung it on the hook behind the door.

"Oh, he's with Claudio." I stop midway of taking off my shoes as I stared at her cunning smile. "I'm glad he came with him and you were left here," she giggled like a schoolgirl and I felt my skin crawls out of my body.

I quickly put my shoes back and straightened myself, then grab my coat. "I should go then, I'll be back when—"

"I know what you are doing, Isaias," her voice were cold cutting me midsentence. I stared at her with a deep scowl as I shrugged my coat on, a little harshly. Here we go again. Using me her old cunning stunts yet it always works.

"I can't do it anymore, Agata," I replied coldly. I felt gagging whenever I thought of her riding me, when she kissed me.

"Of course you can?" she smiled evilly. She took her robe and it slides down her still sexy body despite her old age. I had to look away. "Look at me, Isaias. I may be old, but I can satisfy you like any other young girls. I could do better than they are, I promised." She steps forward, her hips swayed sexily, her huge boobs bounces. "Unless you want me to leave Gian. You know, he's too old to pleasure me, to satisfy my needs," she stops in front of me, then took my hand and places it on her boobs.

I gulped audibly. I hated the idea, shagging my adopted mother, but when I touch her body, I couldn't control the strong urge rushing to my lower region. And then the thought of her leaving Gian.

Gian loves her so much that he always talks about her, that she was his life, and she's the only reason why he's happy.

"I can feel you, Isaias. I can smell your desire, don't deny it baby boy. Take me, let me pleasure you," before I knew it, she was already kissing my bare chest as she undone the buttons of my shirt. My rational head was once again flooded with desires.

"You smells so delicious, taste so sweet, addicting," she whispered heavily as she grazed her teeth against my nipples, then drag it down to my abs, licking and kissing it hotly, causing me to let out a soft groaning sound of reluctance and at the same time, succumb. Pleasures starting to overwhelm me, consuming me.

She pulls down my pants and then she took my raging shaft inside her hot moist mouth, and I almost came. "Easy boy," she breathes then licks the precum on the tip of my shaft, then she ran her tongue along the length of my shaft, her eyes never leaving my hooded one, through her long dense lashes.

"SAI!" I jerked up when I heard my name, and I almost punch Vito in the face. He let out a hard chuckle as he steps back, then shook his head.

"What?" I scowled deeply at him and straightened on my seat. I didn't realize I fell asleep on the desk. I could feel my hands a little numb.

I had a rough night last night. After sending Angel back home, nightmare after nightmares chasing me back again. My past catching up with me.

"You are still dreaming on Theresa Agoncillo? What the fuck man!" Vito couldn't hide his amusement but I was not even slightly amuse.

I just shook my head. "I already forgot about that nymphomaniac!" I gave him a hard gaze. Vito pats my shoulder then he walks towards the couch in my own office. Vito's office is on the top floor.

"It's been what?" Vito crosses his right leg over the other and leaned his back comfortably. His eyes always twinkle with mirth. Sometimes, I wonder when did he look serious?

Well, when his eyebrows met, his forehead creates crease lines, his lips are tight, then he's serious.

I shrugged my shoulder. I don't really know and I don't fucking care since when. Not that I didn't really enjoy that sex, but it would be fun if she was tied to the bedpost instead of me.

Vito chuckled as he shook his head incredulously. "I'm worried about you Sai," his smiled withered. My scowl deepens.

"Don't be melodramatic, Vito!" I grit out as I leaned my back against the swivel chair.

Vito fell into silence. He was just staring through the wall. "What's up with you? What are you thinking?" I frowned as I pushed the chair backward then leaned my back against it, and then stretched out my legs, and let it rests on my table.

"Admit it or not, Sai. Agata really scarred you deeply, now I wonder if you will ever love someone? You deserve a woman who will love you, and who can erase the bad memories of your past," Vito rambled and I just let out a soft chuckle.

Angel's face flashed through my head. "I don't like it when you're cold." Her innocent mesmerizing eyes feel like it was sucking me into its depth, it felt like a hand touching my soul, like a warm blanket enveloping me.

It's just 18 hours past since I let her go. It was the hardest decision I've ever made. My heart felt heavier, and the last time I felt that, was when I was four. Whenever I see my mother kicking me out of the apartment, whenever I see her bring a fucking different man every night, and they fuck right in my face, and she would only smile whenever she reaches her peak, but never smiles at me whenever I did right, my fucking own mother.

I quickly kick the thoughts away not wanting to recall those horrifying memories of my own mother.

I'm starting to feel bored, and never I felt bored in 32 years of my life. I've always been restless, and with Angel, she has the power to calm me.

"Is there a reason for that smile?" I bolted upright and scowled at Vito. He was hovering over me, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"Shut up!" I growled and sat upright.

Vito stared at me, hard. Still with a playful grin along the corner of his lips. "You just smiled, Lorenzo Isaias Vitale," Vito cocked his head, his eyebrow shot up as he straightened up and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Can't I smile?" I asked defensively, scowling at him.

Vito let out a soft chuckle. "Of course, you can!" he grinned utterly amused. "But never smile without a reason, unless you lost your sanity?" He gave me a pointed look. "Will you tell me? Or do I need to use my sources?" he grinned evilly and I threw him a hard scowl.

Vito burst into a bit of laughter as he raises his hands in silent surrender.

A loud rap at the door diverted my attention from him and scowled at the man walking in.

"Boss," Mason acknowledge Vito as well before averting his gaze at me.

"What?" I growled darkly. He stood upright and gulped before opening his lips again. I leaned my back against my the brown old swivel chair and clasped my hand against my belly as I scowled at him. "We saw the President's personal secretary emerging out of her aunt's house."

I sat upright when his words sunk in my head. My scowl deepens as I contemplated what could be Ibrahim's business with the Marconi's?

I hastily stood up, forgetting about Vito completely.

There's only one way to find out.

"Who's her you're referring to?" Vito was already in front of Mason.

"No—"

"Angel Rose Viggorino, boss," Mason interrupted me. I just let out a soft growling sound in resignation.

Vito patted Mason's shoulder softly then he faces me. I hate it when he knew things about us. He never fails to make fun of us.

"Is there anything I could help?" Vito looks serious and I'm not sure if he really means it, or he was just sniffing information about us.

I took my jacket hanging behind the chair and shrugged it on. Then I opened the last drawer of my table, and I took the small handgun then stuff it behind my back, under my waistband. I walked towards him and stop, "Nothing I can't handle, Vito," as I patted him on the shoulder and then head out.

Mason was following me. "Watch Ibrahim! I need a report every 24 hours."

"Copy, boss," then he headed to the opposite direction.

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Estella Marconi gave me a glare as she blocks me on their doorway. "How can I help you?" her tone were clipped, animosity is very clear in her eyes as she straightened herself in a guarded stance.

I don't know why do I need to be here anyway.

Why should I be bothered if Ibrahim paid them a visit?

Maybe he knew them?

Maybe the President didn't send him?

I battled with my head between just leaving and stay the fuck out of their fucking business, but Angel's face kept on popping up in my head, and the strong urge to make sure she was fine was very powerful.

If I leave, I knew I wouldn't stop thinking about her, and that would only increase my frustrations.

"Is Angel here?" I asked, trying to sound casual and avoided to scowl at her.

Her perfectly plucked eyebrows pressed tightly. "Angel?" she rambled unconsciously, looking utterly confused. "You mean Rose?" she asked, frowning.

So they call her Rose.

I smiled inwardly. It suits her, too, but I love Angel. It suits her better.

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded my head casually.

She gave me a hard scrutinizing stare. "How did you get acquainted with my niece?" she asked tersely. She didn't really bother hiding her lack of enthusiasm.

"I met her at your son's office," I responded shortly without blinking.

She nodded her head, thinking. She then steps back and opened the door wide. "Come in," she said and I followed her. My eyes furtively gave the place a look. The place looks very intimate. Indoor plants on every corner, there's an old grand piano just before the staircase, a short hallway into the huge living room with a long sectional sofa over by the paneled windows that encompass the entire wall, giving a good view of the backyard.

"If you don't mind waiting, Mr. Vitale, I'll just go up quick and call her," she quickly turns on her heel before I could respond, and decided to entertain myself by looking around the large room. I focused my attention at the three small picture frames sitting on the floating shelves above the flatscreen.

I quickly stood up when I heard two voices approaching.

I furrowed.

That was quick.

I turned around and met with Angel's tired eyes. She looks exhausted and I suddenly felt guilty.

She probably hit by an awful jetlag.

"I'll leave you two," Estella gave me a cold look before turning back on her heels and strode away.

Angel turns her eyes back to me and frowned. "What are you doing here?" she quickly narrowed our gap and stops a few inches apart. She sounded alarmed. "Did you tell her?" she whispered, as she turns her head to where her aunt disappeared, and then averted it back to me.

"I told her I met you in your cousin's office," I explained and her eyes filled with worries.

"That wouldn't lessen the worries you just gave my aunt. Now, you included my cousin in this!" she glared at me though her voice still low, enough for me to hear it. "I already lied to them, and I'm close to being caught!" she hissed frustratedly. I can see the worries growing her tired eyes and I felt sorry.

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried," I blurted out before I could comprehend it.

She furrowed deeply.

"I mean, I—" I swallowed hard and ran my fingers through my hair in frustrations. Since when I fumbled for words?

"You mean what?" she snaps.

I met her furious eyes. "I heard that Ibrahim Bertini paid you a visit," her eyebrows knitting together. "I mean, your family," I corrected.

Her eyes sparkle with recollection , then she nodded her head. "Yes, he did. He was here this morning. He offered me a job actually. I was quite surprised myself," she gave me a bored look. I ignored the feeling of being unwanted. "What is it to you?" she asked as she rolled her eyes, crossing her hands across her chest.

"I was asking myself that." I wanted to say, but I held my tongue. I can't fathom why the sudden interest in her.

Maybe because of her innocence?

"I thought you would leave me alone now," she let out a frustrated sigh as she continued, and I stared at her deeply. The way her perfectly defined eyebrows furrowed, her mesmerizing eyes glares when she's annoyed and her nostril flares like an exhaust fume.

"Isaias!" Angel stomps her foot, pulling me out of my trance.

"Yes," I suddenly rub the back of my head like a lost boy, but abruptly dropped it on my side when I realized what I just did. I caught her smile playing on the corner of her lips, and I scowled.

"Did you accept the job he offered?" I asked, rather demanded in my low growling tone.

"No!" she shook her head incredulously. The smile withering as she met my eyes defiantly. "And if ever I did, you have no business anymore!" she grits out, dropping her hands on her sides.

"I do," I replied grimly. The hell she'll work with him. She has to go over my dead body first.

She stared at me incredulously, and I ignored my fucking heart skipping a beat as I met her enchanting orbs. "You are not completely paid, mio angelo pericoloso," I whispered, enough for her to hear as I walk closer.

She pursed her lips as she met my eyes, fuming. "You told me to leave, to give me back my freedom!" she snarled, with her eyes spitting fire at me.

"I did," I grinned smugly, "but I can't let you work with the President," I replied authoritatively which earned me a deadly glare.

"It's my life. I can do what I want. If I decided to work with the President, I will, and you have no say about it!" she hissed, and then she hastily swiveled around, then strode away, but I caught her forearm before she can go farther.

"I can give you a job," I offered, my voice softening as I loosen my grip. She shrugged my hand off her arm and threw me a daggering stare, but her eyes still held innocence. Still as captivating as when she smiles.

She stared at me for a while, her forehead scrunched up, thinking. "Are you stalking me now?" she snaps with a cocked brow.

"Will your decision changed if I said yes?" I retorted flatly.

Her lips pursed. She just stared at me for a moment, thinking. I don't know what she's thinking, but honestly, I don't really care.

I need her to do as I say. Working near President D'Antonio is not a good idea. I know why he's doing this. He wanted me to go to him, accept his offer. He saw her on that day in my office, and now, he was using her as a pawn against me.

"Do you like me Isaias?" she asked randomly, causing me to stare at her with a deep scowl. I didn't expect that coming from her.

My blood ticks and my hands curled into a ball as memories of the past flashes in my head.

"Don't you like me Isaias?" Agata asked as she curled her hand around my waist from behind. I was putting my clothes back on after yet another stolen moments together. I was only fifteen and she was 39.

"Never, Agata! Never!" And I stormed off of her room, hitting the bar after to drowned the guilt stirring in my chest.

I shook my head. "Fine, do whatever you want!" I growled and then stormed out of their house.

I don't know what riled me up.

I just felt suddenly enraged with her question.

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I got back to the hotel where I first met her. I had to book that same room. It was already occupied, but I had it all done according to my will.

There's nothing can be undone.

I don't have a place. The Delta agency headquarter has rooms for me and Vito, but once in a while, I sleep in any hotels. I can fucking buy this hotel if I want to, but I don't need this place. I don't need any place. I'd rather sleep anywhere whenever it hits me.

Just as I chuck my black coat on the couch, my phone rang. I quickly pulled it out and answered it, thinking it was Vito.

"This better be important!" I growled.

"Indeed, it is!" a familiar deep rich tone that sounded like mine.

"What do you want, Luigi?" I growled gravely as I clenched my jaw, unconsciously staring hard at the flatscreen mounted on the wall.

"Dear son, is that how you greet your father?"

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