Somebody's Angel (#5 in a Military Romance / BDSM Romance series) (Rescue Me) by Kallypso Masters Page A
Authors: Kallypso Masters
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could blame her?
“Tell me about Melissa and Marc’s relationship.”
Carmella’s eyes narrowed, and her lips tightened. “Is that what this is about? What did that money-grubbing piece of shit say to upset you?”
The vehemence in her tone took Angelina by surprise. She’d been so sweet a moment ago, but now the youngest D’Alessio appeared as though she could spit nails. Angelina was thankful the emotion wasn’t aimed at her.
“I just need to know what kind of relationship she has… had … with Marc.”
“Oh, it’s definitely had . He hasn’t had anything to do with her since before he joined the Navy.”
So Melissa had told the truth then. There had been something between them after Gino’s death. Angelina’s temples throbbed as she tried to process that information. She wished she’d ordered some brandy in her cappuccino.
“In the months after Gino’s funeral, Melissa kept trying to get me to help her end up back in Marc’s good graces, but he wanted nothing to do with her.”
Angelina relaxed a bit.
“Watching my dead brother’s fiancée throwing herself at another of my brothers such a short time after Gino was buried made it clear what she was after: money. Marc isn’t stupid. He saw her for what she was. But Mama seems oblivious to this day, which is so unlike her. She’s a shrewd woman.”
“I can’t imagine that Marc would want to be in a relationship with someone his brother loved.” And stole from him.
“No, but…” She took stock of her empty mug. “I think we might need refills.”
Crap. Something told her this wasn’t going to be a story she wanted to hear.
She peered outside and saw that the sun had set, and lights had come on to illuminate the street. Most of the shops were open late, despite the holiday, and a few other restaurants were doing a thriving business. The beautiful people came here to play and shop, especially on a holiday weekend.
Dio , Marc would never have fit in here. He hated pretentious, phony people.
People like Melissa.
Carmella placed the new drinks in front of each of them and resumed her seat, bringing Angelina’s attention back to the conversation at hand.
Angelina might not discover the truth without this woman’s help. “What happened between them?”
Carmella’s mouth hitched up, and she sighed. “The night before Marc left to train at Naval Station Great Lakes, he announced to Mama and the family that he was leaving. Melissa was there, too. Mama has always treated her as if she and Gino had been married or something. The two of them have some odd connection that Sandro and I have never quite figured out.”
Angelina wanted to know what had happened between Marc and Melissa. There were so many unanswered questions and getting Marc to talk about his past was worse than pulling teeth.
“I noticed that her presence at dinner last night made Marc very nervous.”
“Because of you.”
“Me?” Was Marc ashamed of her because she could never measure up to this woman from his past?
“Melissa can be a real bitch and has been for as long as I’ve known her. I think Marc was afraid Melissa would say or do something that would hurt you.”
Oh, of course! Why had she thought the worst first? Probably because she hadn’t forgotten the way she’d felt the first time he lied to her.
“She’s been known to go for the jugular to get what she wants—and she wants Marc. Marc’s inheritance, to be precise.”
“But Marc lives such a simple life. She’d be bored to death with him if this glamorous lifestyle is what she thrives on.”
Dio , maybe that’s not the lifestyle Melissa wanted to have again with Marc. She had said she missed his firm hand. Did she want him as her Dom again, if that’s what he’d been?
The past is past.
Whatever he had with Melissa happened before he was with Angelina. Marc hadn’t lived like a monk before he met her. Hardly. She was certain he hadn’t strayed since they’d been together, though.
“Tell me about Melissa and Marc’s relationship.”
Carmella’s eyes narrowed, and her lips tightened. “Is that what this is about? What did that money-grubbing piece of shit say to upset you?”
The vehemence in her tone took Angelina by surprise. She’d been so sweet a moment ago, but now the youngest D’Alessio appeared as though she could spit nails. Angelina was thankful the emotion wasn’t aimed at her.
“I just need to know what kind of relationship she has… had … with Marc.”
“Oh, it’s definitely had . He hasn’t had anything to do with her since before he joined the Navy.”
So Melissa had told the truth then. There had been something between them after Gino’s death. Angelina’s temples throbbed as she tried to process that information. She wished she’d ordered some brandy in her cappuccino.
“In the months after Gino’s funeral, Melissa kept trying to get me to help her end up back in Marc’s good graces, but he wanted nothing to do with her.”
Angelina relaxed a bit.
“Watching my dead brother’s fiancée throwing herself at another of my brothers such a short time after Gino was buried made it clear what she was after: money. Marc isn’t stupid. He saw her for what she was. But Mama seems oblivious to this day, which is so unlike her. She’s a shrewd woman.”
“I can’t imagine that Marc would want to be in a relationship with someone his brother loved.” And stole from him.
“No, but…” She took stock of her empty mug. “I think we might need refills.”
Crap. Something told her this wasn’t going to be a story she wanted to hear.
She peered outside and saw that the sun had set, and lights had come on to illuminate the street. Most of the shops were open late, despite the holiday, and a few other restaurants were doing a thriving business. The beautiful people came here to play and shop, especially on a holiday weekend.
Dio , Marc would never have fit in here. He hated pretentious, phony people.
People like Melissa.
Carmella placed the new drinks in front of each of them and resumed her seat, bringing Angelina’s attention back to the conversation at hand.
Angelina might not discover the truth without this woman’s help. “What happened between them?”
Carmella’s mouth hitched up, and she sighed. “The night before Marc left to train at Naval Station Great Lakes, he announced to Mama and the family that he was leaving. Melissa was there, too. Mama has always treated her as if she and Gino had been married or something. The two of them have some odd connection that Sandro and I have never quite figured out.”
Angelina wanted to know what had happened between Marc and Melissa. There were so many unanswered questions and getting Marc to talk about his past was worse than pulling teeth.
“I noticed that her presence at dinner last night made Marc very nervous.”
“Because of you.”
“Me?” Was Marc ashamed of her because she could never measure up to this woman from his past?
“Melissa can be a real bitch and has been for as long as I’ve known her. I think Marc was afraid Melissa would say or do something that would hurt you.”
Oh, of course! Why had she thought the worst first? Probably because she hadn’t forgotten the way she’d felt the first time he lied to her.
“She’s been known to go for the jugular to get what she wants—and she wants Marc. Marc’s inheritance, to be precise.”
“But Marc lives such a simple life. She’d be bored to death with him if this glamorous lifestyle is what she thrives on.”
Dio , maybe that’s not the lifestyle Melissa wanted to have again with Marc. She had said she missed his firm hand. Did she want him as her Dom again, if that’s what he’d been?
The past is past.
Whatever he had with Melissa happened before he was with Angelina. Marc hadn’t lived like a monk before he met her. Hardly. She was certain he hadn’t strayed since they’d been together, though.
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