Hi! Welcome to the next chapter , The Truth, hope you enjoy! See you later, and sorry for any spelling mistakes.

~Bella~ :-)

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Alessa's P.O.V

My eyes were met with the darkness of my bedroom while the soft covers were draped gently across my torso.

The last thing I remembered was snuggling down on the sofa to watch Friends, and then only vividly remember an image of being carried up the large oak stairs before being placed onto my bed before slipping into darkness.

Pulling straying strands away from my face, I slowly sat up, glancing out the window, the moon had risen high in the sky while the stars gracefully glimmered in the dark sky.

Sighing, I threw off the covers, my feet touching the cold bare floor. Glancing down I had been dressed in my grey sweatpants and a tank top.

Frowning slightly , I shrugged off the question of how I got into these clothes as my throat began to feel dry and parched. Slowly padding out my door, I headed downstairs for a drink of water.

The hallway was in complete darkness, as I navigated down the stairs making sure not to trip and fall to my possible death.

Glancing over the banister, I saw a faint glow illuminating from the kitchen, ignoring the light that had been left on, I continued to wander down the stairs silently, not wanting to wake Angelo who I was now officially ignoring.

Walking into the cold kitchen, I momentarily froze as I instantly spotted Angelo sitting on the countertop staring at his hands which were folded in his lap.

As I entered, he looked up, his blue eyes only reflecting something that I read as sorrow. Guilt flooded me as the urge to go wrap my arms around him while running my fingers through his soft locks. The thought got quickly pushed away as a part of my mind reminded me why I was mad at him in the first place.

Walking around the breakfast bar, I swiftly made a bee-line for the fridge to retrieve the chilled water bottle, all the while not making any eye contact with Angelo.

Opening the fridge, the crisp air swept across my skin, causing small shudder to course down my spine as I reached into the large steel container and pulled out the large bottle of chilled water.

Knocking the door shut with my hip, I swept past Angelo to open up one of the cupboards and pull out one of the small glasses. I could literally feel Angelo's eyes staring into the back of my head, practically searing into my skull, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

Pouring the water into the glass, it quickly filled up to the top before I screwed the lid back onto the bottle to put it back into the fridge.

Suddenly, a large muscled arm came down next to me, stopping me from returning to the fridge before I would retreat hastily upstairs.

Turning around, I was met with Angelo's piercing blue eyes, his face inches from me while the alluring smell of his cologne still hung on him, assaulting my very senses yet only wanting me to melt right into to his arms.

"Is there something you want?" I asked, my expression remaining platonic as I leaned back slightly, trying to distance our faces from each other.

Sighing, Angelo's eyes closed briefly before there re-opened, the different shades of blue swirling together.

"Alessa, I don't know how to say this, but, I'm sorry," he said, his expression sincere making my heart melt slightly as his expression suddenly seemed so vulnerable. Where as mine only reflected shock as I felt my eyebrows raise.

After a few moments of me not replying, Angelo sighed, but still remained close to my face, our chests almost touching as I felt my heart rate increase.

"I forget you're not of the society Alessa, you're fragile and innocent compared to me, but you're different," he said quietly, ever so often breaking eye contact.

My gut instinct told me there was more to why he was an asswipe to me earlier.

Raising an eyebrow I bowed my head slightly drawing his eyes back to me.

"Is that the reason you acted out? Because you simply treat everyone like that?" I asked accusingly, still not completely satisfied with his explaination.

Sighing he pulled away, leaning against the breakfast bar , running his hand through his already tousled hair, almost causing me to bite my lip at how attractive that looked.

Key word, almost.

"It's complicated Alessa," he stated, his tone growing slightly defensive.

"Life's complicated, Angelo," I countered, folding my arms across my chest. Determination slowly rising inside.

Sighing, he looked to the floor as if in defeat.

"When I took you out for dinner, I showed you a side of myself I hadn't seen in such a long time, it frightened me, on impulse I decided to repel you the only way I knew how to-"

"Which was to be an asshole," I finished for him causing a small smile to lift the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, I guess so," he replied, turning his head swiftly he glanced back up at me.

"Why?" I asked, causing him to frown in confusion at my question.

"Why do you do that? Shut out those who just want to know you?" I asked, rephrasing my question.

Shaking his head, he walked towards me before picking up the water bottle and simply placing it back in the fridge.

Closing the steel door, he turned to me.

"Lets just say its a story I don't want to every recall ever again," he said, his tone suddenly defensive again and his face seeming like a mask of stone, hiding away his vulnerability he had on display earlier.

But before I could even ask again, he stormed out the kitchen leaving my words unspoken.

Staring at the doorway he had exited from, I simply pondered over the words he had told me.

What caused him to be like this? So sweet one moment to only shut them out the next.

What hurt Angelo so badly?

As these thoughts drifted through my head, I slowly wandered back upstairs, standing still only staring at Angelo's door before continuing to mine.

Laying on the bed, I stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out some reason for his actions .

Why did he show me that vulnerable side? Why ?

While these thoughts replayed inside my mind, my eyes slowly fluttered closed, sending me into a dreamless sleep.

Soon enough, the morning rays filtered through my window and onto my sleeping form, causing me to stir as the bright like awoke me from the dark I was previously in.

Groaning , I turned away from the light that instantly blinded me when I tried to open my eyes.

After a few moments of simply shuffling in an attempt to get back to sleep, convincing myself that if I slept through the day, I wouldn't have to encounter Angelo after our little conversation from last night, I reluctantly got out of bed. Practically dragging the covers of the bed with me, I stumbled into the bathroom only to be greeted with my weary expression once again.

45 minutes later, I had, had a quick bath, gotten dressed in some blue skinny jeans and a grey zipper V-neck sweatshirt, before applying a light layer of mascara , eyeliner and a little lip-gloss. Brushing out my hair, I decided to leave it down in its natural light beach waves today- adding an extra pop to my light eyes that always contrasts with my raven hair.

Sighing, I braced myself for the extreme of awkwardness as I slowly shuffled down the stairs, searching to see if Angelo was in the house.

After several moments of pure deafening silence, I proceeded to descend down the stairs, relief washing over me once I realised Angelo wasn't in the house, but yet a little bit of sadness lingered there.

Pull your shit together Alessa, you've been alone multiple times, stop.

Walking into the kitchen I grabbed a bowl before filling it with a decent amount of Cheerio's before munching down greedily on the ring shaped cereal.

Just as I finished, a rapid knock sounded from the door, frowning, I cautiously rose up from my chair and wandered towards the door to investigate who could possibly be at the door.

Stopping at the door, I slowly glanced through the peep-hole. To my surprise it wasn't men to come kidnap me, kill me or anything that looked in anyway threatening.

It was a woman.

A very beautiful woman may I add.

She stood tall, although probably a little shorter than me, very curvaceous with long flowing ginger locks framing two almond shaped hazel eyes.

She had a tanned complexion which was shown from her cream spaghetti strap sheath dress she was wearing while various expensive bracelets hung from her narrow wrists.

She looked impatient as her nude pups tapped repeatedly on the stone porch, waiting for the door to open.

I was unsure, I wasn't sure if I was meant to open the door or just wait till she left.

"Angelo, darling, come on, I know you're in there," she chirped, her voice too sweet yet sultry for my liking.

I gulped as I made my decision, I slowly opened the door to greet the mystery woman.

Her grin instantly dropped when she saw me standing in the doorway, a sense of hostility suddenly washed over her as her eyes became hard and defensive as she simple glanced me up and down, smirking as she did.

Great, I opened a door to a fucking bitch.

"And who might you be?" she snidely asked, she acted as if she was repulsed by my very being.

Grinding my teeth together, I struggled to keep my temper down.

"A friend of Angelo's, I'm currently staying here, if your here for Angelo, he's not here at the moment" I replied, seeming unaffected by her bitchy comment.

Smirking, she simply pushed past me and threw her bag onto the nearby counter before sitting herself down on one of the sofa's.

"Well, he's expecting me, so until he comes back, I'll be here waiting," she replied tiredly, not even glancing in my direction while inspecting her neon pink nails.

Clenching my knuckles, I closed the door before walking past her to return to the kitchen, planning to avoid her in every way possible.

"I'll have a coffee, no sugar," she called after me as I entered the Kitchen.

Slamming my fist down onto the table, I mentally cursed the bitch being such a, well bitch.

I contemplated calling Angelo for a moment, but soon realised I still didn't have a phone since the car accident.

Sighing, I quickly found myself actually making a coffee for the woman who was ideally sitting in the other room.

Walking back into the room, I placed down the coffee cup on the glass table before swiftly walking out again. Not even hearing a thank you of any kind.

Next time you ask me for a drink, I'll make sure to spit in it, bitch.

After several hours of sitting in the kitchen, getting closer and closer to hanging myself, the door finally swung open.

"What the fuck?!" Angelo's voice boomed through the entire house, pure rage resounding in his tone, almost making me run to my room and hide.

Scrambling into the living room, I saw a livid Angelo standing in the hallway still while a now smiling Bitch stood only a few feet away.

"Angelo, I've missed you so much," she said, her tone coming out innocent and vulnerable like as she began to pout, her eyes widening in false vulnerably. I almost laughed at her comical act.

Angelo froze on the stop, his muscles locked and his expression became unreadable.

The woman only continued her façade as she slowly walked towards him, batting her eyelashes.

"Do you want to tell me who this, woman is , and what she is doing in this house?" she asked, now practically close to Angelo, who still remained frozen staring at her.

"That's none of your business Teresa , I might as well ask you want your doing in my house?" he growled out, his tone reaching a new level of anger I had never heard from him before.

Giggling, she placed her paws onto his chest , tilting her head in a seductive manner.

"Come on Angelo, you cant be still mad at me, I've been waiting so long to come back to you," she purred pressing herself against him.

Clenching his jaw, Angelo only shook his head, "You don't mean that, you left me broken years ago, your love was fake," he spat out, looking down at her with venom.

Love? Come back to you? Broken?

Letting out a loud gasp, Teresa stepped back, a façade of hurt plastered on her features, her hazel eyes glossing over with unshed 'tears'.

"Don't you love me anymore? Angelo, what happened years ago was only due to my feelings, I was scared, I felt like we were moving to fast, I didn't know how to break away from you," she sobbed, her shoulder's curling in on themselves.

She's a good actor, I'll give her that.

When Angelo didn't respond, she only continued.

"I've never cared about someone so much Angelo, it scared me, I didn't know how to react, I was young and vulnerable, but now-" she began, but Angelo's venomous voice broke through her words.

"You broke way from me by taking my money and sleeping with a complete stranger?! How the fuck is that your solution?!" he shouted, his jaw clenching in fury.

Letting out a choked sob, Teresa backed away further, "I was drunk, intoxicated Angelo, you have to believe me, I still love you," she choked, her ginger hair falling around her face.

one word echoed inside my mind. Love.

How could Angelo fall for a woman like her? Then , suddenly everything clicked. She was the reason he closed people out, why he couldn't trust others, why he probably felt like he couldn't love anymore.

It was all her fault.

In my entre life, I had never understood the term, ' Seeing red', but now I understood clearly.

I don't know why I felt protective of Angelo, but all I knew this Bitch was leaving. Now.

I stepped forward, Angelo looked up at me, he looked like his walls were ready to collapse.

He must of really loved her. I thought, sadness washing over me briefly before my anger only channelled it as fuel.

Walking swiftly up to Teresa, I grabbed her arm, yanking her past Angelo and towards the door.

"What are you doing? Release me now! Who do you think you are?!" she screamed, her fake nails beginning to scratch at my wrist.

Just before I got to the door, I stopped, putting a death grip on her arm, I stared at her making sure I got my words across.

"Who do you think you are? You don't deserve someone like Angelo, you're just some desperate pathetic whore who wants money since your last fling , didn't go so well from the way you just turned up here," I spat out, tightening my grip on her arm , making sure she felt pain as she writhed to free herself from my grip.

"I swear, if you turn up anywhere near him again, I myself will put a fucking bullet through that bitch- brain of yours and end everyone's misery," I continued, clenching and unclenching my fists having every intention of fulfilling that statement. I knew how to use a gun, I definitely wouldn't regret ending this woman's life.

Giving a sarcastic chuckled she stared at me, all façade gone, only replaced by her true self.

"Really? Wow, I'm terrified," she snidely fired back, only bubbling up my anger more.

Smirking, I recalling my combat classes as a child, I reared my fist back and punched her square in the nose, and before she had a chance to react or retaliate , I shoved her out the door.

"You whore! You broke my fucking nose!" she yelled, covering her face as a small trail of blood slid down her face.

Smirking, I leaned forward, "Thank me later, it actually might fix that face of yours," I replied, venom still pouring from my mouth. Before she could speak, I slammed the door square on her face, muttering Greek insults behind the door I slowly spun around to face Angelo.

He was sitting on the sofa, his head hung low in his hands. All anger dissolved from my mind, as I slowly approached Angelo.

"Angelo?" I whispered quietly, I couldn't see his face, his hair had fallen in front of it obscuring any view.

Cautiously sitting next to him, I waited for him to reply, but none came.

Sighing, I slowly shuffled closer before gently wrapping my arms around his waist, laying my head on his shoulder, exhaling slowly.

At first he stiffened, then, slowly I felt his muscles relax as I soon felt his muscular arm wrap itself around my torso, pulling me closer as he buried his face into my hair, not making any noise nor speaking.

Inhaling slowly, I rested my head on his shoulders. I knew what heartbreak felt like, it was like the very light of your life is taken away from you, especially if you truly loved that person, yet they go behind your back and betray that love. It left a hole in your heart that couldn't be re filled.

We sat in silence for a few moments before Angelo exhaled and slowly pulled away, his emotionless mask back on his face.

"I'm going to go work, Alonso should be here soon, he'll catch you up on what's been happening," he said, his tone expressing no emotion as he slowly walked into the door opposite before disappearing into his office.

Sighing, I slumped back into the sofa, running my fingers through my hair, trying to figure out what that man did to me. But, I did know one thing-

I was going to help Angelo, he doesn't deserve to be broken in such a way, no one does, not even an asshole Mafia Boss with trust issues.

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That's all for this chapter , next one will be only a little of Angelo but mostly focused on Alessa and Alonso . Anyway hope you enjoyed ! Later ! ~Bella~