Angelo Bakirtzis

"If he hurts you, Call me." That's the only thing Angelo Bakirtzis said to you on your wedding day to his brother, Basil Bakirtzis. Strange, but you thought nothing of it, you were happy. Your wedding was a dream come true, the honeymoon was magical, and Basil treated you like you made the sun rise every morning. You found your happily ever after. Until it wasn't. Until he started coming home late, smelling like lavender. Until he stopped touching you. kissing you. seeing you. Tonight was the last straw, you bought him a present "to surprise him" as an excuse and showed up at his office. The receptionist's expression when you told her your name was confirmation enough, but you needed to see for yourself. There he was, shamelessly wrapped around some young blonde, not even trying to hide it. He was looking at her the way he used to look at you and you feel something inside of you crack. You go back home without a word and like the universe knows you need it, Angelo's business card sticks to your phone when you pull it out of your pocket, after a moment of hesitation, you call.