175 The Unexpected Gues

"No." Gael looked down on the floor as if trying to understand what was happening. "He's supposed to be in New York already. I'm just as surprised as you are."

"Why do you think he's here?"

He just shook his head. It took him a full minute before he spoke again. "Giovanni can be unpredictable. Who knows what's running on his mind right now."

They opened the door just in time for Giovanni to arrive. He had a full-on smile on his face as he approached them as if they had been long time friends, and it was normal for him to visit.

"Good evening. You must be Angela. I'm Gael's uncle—I know I look young to be his uncle—that's because I am. My father couldn't keep it in his pants even at sixty-ish... We, De Lucas, are very irresistible." He winked. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Gael had an unreadable expression as he introduced the two, ignoring his uncle's grand greeting. "Angela, this is Giovanni."

"Hi. It's nice to meet you," she greeted. And because she was polite, she extended a hand towards him.

Giovanni took her hand and kissed the back of it. "The pleasure is all mine."

She didn't have to retract her hand as the gesture only lasted for a couple of seconds, then he dropped it promptly—which meant it was merely a greeting—and she appreciated it. "Come in."

All of Gael's men had already stood as they reached the living room, bowing their heads as they greeted Giovanni. Surprise filled his face as he took in the sight—wrappers, boxes, and whatnots scattered all over the place.

"I'm sorry. It's messy in here. It's not always like this." She began clearing the empty boxes of pizza that were still on the kitchen island, stacked it up, and made a mental note to throw it outside later. "I was wrapping Christmas presents for the kids at the orphanage, and they arrived earlier today to help me out since my best friend couldn't come."

Giovanni only nodded at the men who returned to what they were doing before he arrived. Then he faced Angela with a smile on his face—it's a handsome smile but one that didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry about it. I'm the one who came uninvited."

She went to grab some stuff in the cupboard. "Do you want coffee? Tea? Juice? Sorry—I'm out of juice. I wasn't expecting so many visitors today…" Angela tucked her hair behind her ear and flicked it like she always did when she was nervous or unsure of what to do.

She offered him to take a seat on the stool at the kitchen island. It was the only chair that wasn't used.

"What's up with the plant?" Gael nodded at the thing the other brought.

As if only realizing just now, Giovanni jerked the pot towards Angela who received it gingerly in her hands. "Ah, right. I totally forgot. It's not every day I visit someone who's not family. I heard you just moved in. It's a housewarming gift—got it downstairs and was told it's a welcome plant. I didn't want to come up empty-handed."

"Oh. Um. Thank you. You shouldn't have." She didn't recall if there was a flower or plant shop downstairs.

He waved his hand. "Nah, it's okay. Not a big deal. I stole it."

Gael shook his head while Angela gaped, unsure how to react to Giovanni's somber expression. Was that normal for them? Stealing? It's only a plant though...but still...

Giovanni broke out a laugh. "I'm just kidding. I don't steal plants. I found that in a cafe downstairs, took it, and gave the lady at the counter some cash."

She awkwardly laughed. Great. Now, she owned a not-stolen plant. For some odd reason, she didn't hate the thought of it. It was ridiculous. Giovanni's indeed unpredictable, like Gael said. She set the plant near the window.

Folding his arms across his chest, Gael leaned on the counter opposite his uncle and questioned, "What are you doing here?"

"Like I said, my flight was canceled. There's a storm or something in New York, and I don't want to risk flying there. I would go back to your house, but I was told most of you were here, so here I am. And I wanted to meet Angela." He shifted his gaze from Gael to her and gave her a playful grin—probably something he'd use if he'd flirt with other women.

Her heartbeat raced, not knowing what to expect from this man, so she could only smile back. Who would have thought that she'd be at home on a Monday night with a room full of mafiosos?

Giovanni took off his coat and rolled his sleeves up as he looked around the living room. "So, what can I do to help?"

He wanted to help? "Oh…" Angela scanned the boxes and found one item left. "There's only one gift that needs to be wrapped, but it's okay. You don't have to—"

"I'll do it."

Before she could say anything else, Giovanni had already grabbed the toy and a wrapper that Rick handed to him. He then proceeded to wrap the toy—although clumsily. And once done, he proudly smiled like he did all the wrapping of the finished ones behind him. "See? I did it." Then he began moving the gifts into the boxes without being told.

Angela went to stand next to Gael, watching Giovanni as he moved about the area. Her apartment had an open floor space where they could see everything in the living room from the kitchen. She stared at Giovanni as though she was trying to figure him out. "Your uncle… He's... I don't know what to think of him. Are you two close? Is he okay? I mean...can he be trusted, or should I stay away from him? He sort of has this...energy I can't make out."

Gael took a deep breath as though readying himself for an explanation he didn't think he'd do today. "Giovanni. He's probably the closest member of the family that I have. He may be smiling, or whatever it is he does that makes women swoon, but he's been through a lot. Everyone in the family knows he's cold-blooded, but he won't hurt you."

"Me? Why is that?"

"Because of me." He turned his head to face her, his eyes full of warmth, causing her cheeks to flush.

"Oh."

Then he looked at his uncle again. "He wouldn't hurt women. We'd never do that. That...energy—as you say—that you feel around him, it's his wall. He has it high up so that no one will try to take advantage of him. So that man you see smiling like a billboard model...that's his mask."

Giovanni was handsome. And his smile—although fake, could cause women to turn his way. "Like a facade? He looks calm and carefree…" she muttered.

"Don't be fooled. He's ruthless. But I trust him with my life."

Angela turned her head to Gael, a throb in her heart growing at the knowledge of him having that deep connection with his uncle. "And you're...not? Ruthless... I mean." She didn't know why she asked.

In a mere second, Gael hovered over her, caging her with his arms on either side of her. "What do you think?"

The edge of the counter dug into her hip, but she ignored it. She swallowed as his eyes pierced right through her. There. She saw it. It was just half a second, but she saw it in his eyes. There's darkness in there, lurking in the shadows and waiting to be unleashed, but it disappeared before she could even breathe. It was as if he had that side of him tamed, and all it would take was a trigger, and hell would break loose. 

And the twisted part? She wanted to see it. She was damn curious and afraid at the same time. It pulled her in, and she wanted to be pulled. 

Angela was officially insane. 

This man before her was mafia. A man who had killed—he even admitted it himself. His world was dark, and she was afraid of total darkness. But somehow, she wasn't scared of him. 

If she was, she wouldn't be... No. She shook her head mentally. It wasn't the time to think about that. 

"Anyone hungry?" Giovanni's voice brought her back to earth, and she looked over Gael's shoulder, meeting Giovanni's eyes as he said, "How about I order all of us dinner?"

Great. A room full of mafia playing elves and wrapping Christmas presents in the afternoon, and now, dinner with these men. 

"Yay..." she softly cheered in almost a whisper before she swallowed. Why did it feel so stuffy all of a sudden?