Angel

Angel XIV

"conflicted between kissing him or stabbing him"

Excitement.

Something I haven't felt in some long damn time.

People might find sick the reason behind it, but in this world you can't expect everyone to be a saint.

Lukas and I arrived fifteen minutes ago, and I'm currently dressing some old sweatpants and t-shirt of mine.

Why?

Because it's torture time.

There's two dumb men in the basement, and my knifes don't have action for quite some time.

I'm eager, and excitement is running through my veins.

I grab my two favorite knifes, my winged one, and my purple blade one.

Twirling them on my fingers I rush to the basement while humming Come as a you are by Nirvana.

When opening the cell doors, I see Lukas, the two pussies, and a table full of instruments.

Now that's what I'm talking about.

"I thought you we're vanilla on this." I smirk to Moretti, eyeing the toys.

There's a torch and all...

"Trust me, I'm all about everything less vanilla, sweetheart." He smirks his hazel eyes deep on mine, and I have to admit...that left me kind of hot.

He has face that he knows how to use what God gave him.

"You two are going to die!" The cop shouts, and I sigh. "How's your wrist, Copil?" (baby)

"Fuck you!"

I shrug, and walk to him, my knife twirling on my fingers.

"First. Who did you work for when busting Moretti shipment?" I whisper, my blade trailing down his cheek, my voice deadly calm.

"You're stupid if you think I'll tell you." He laughs, I look back at Lukas, who extends his hand towards him as if saying he's all mine.

I could kiss him right now.

Is Lukas hot as fuck or is just the excitement pumping through my veins talking?

"Wrong answer." I press the blade on Romano face,  just the tip, making a small cut on his cheek.

"Who were you working for?" I repeat.

I'm not a woman of patience, so I hope he doesn't test me.

"Go to hell."

"Oh darling, already there." I grin at him and drag the tip down his face, slowly, as blood trails down.

He groans in pain.