Angel With A Shotgun | 18+

twenty nine

ALEC ROMANO 

We had arrived at the luscious house just five minutes ago.

I insisted on driving Amara and myself separately, that way we don't draw too much attention to us! She was against it but eventually gave in.

"And you promise my brothers will be watched and protected if anything happens?" She panicked. I nodded, "And if anything happens they get out first?" I nodded again, afraid to interrupt her, "And you promise-"

"Amara!" I interrupted, grabbing her hands, "Everything will be fine. There are so many guards. And my men are already inside. Finn and Joey have escorts and people with them. I promise you, they'll be safe!"

She nodded. Her eyebrows were knotted together and she bit her red-lipstick clad lips before making a popping sound with her lips.

"I have to warn you, my grandmother is a huge bitch!" She began to laugh, "What?" I grinned, "I haven't seen her in two years. But from what I remember, she is the most horrible person ever. Always gossips, always makes fun of people! She seems like a saint but on the inside, she's a snake." 

She whispered the last part, winking before climbing out.

"You're supposed to let me open the door for you." I cleared my throat, looking at the valet before passing them my keys, "I know. But I am independent women." 

I hadn't actually taken a look at Amara before she got into the car. My breath was caught in my throat as I glanced over her appearance.

A skin-tight, deep plum purple dress was hugging her curves so perfectly, with a slit up the side, spaghetti straps with a sweetheart neckline. Her toes were painted and her feet were clad in a silver stiletto, making her almost my height.

Her hair was straightened and pinned right down her back, with simple makeup and a deep purple lipstick. Purple is definitely her color.

"What?" She whispered, smiling innocently up at me.

I blinked, "You look breathtaking." I kissed her hand and she blushed.

It's taking everything in me right now not to take her back to the car and do very, naughty things to her!

Amara looped her arm through mine and took a shaky breath in, what just happened to my confident girl?

Woah, my girl? Jeez, that's a little extreme.

Even for me?

"Are you ready?" I smile, "Not one bit. Let's go!" Her enthusiasm is the only thing getting my through this night.

"Hi, names please?" The person at the front door asks, "Uh Cabot. I'm her granddaughter." Amara manages. The guy checks us off.

I can't say I'm not impressed with the decor.

There's only six days until Christmas and the entire foyer is decked out with holly, Christmas lights strung over the railings, a giant Christmas tree standing proudly on the floor. About a dozen candles and other knick knacks.

I feel Amara grip my arm tighter and I look down at her, "You got this. It'll be fine." I said, my hand on the small of her back.

She was making small conversation with the crowd until her voice was called.

Amara froze, clinging onto my hand until her knuckles were white. A scratchy voice called over the music and I turned to see a women decked out in a fur coat.

The woman who I was assuming is Amara's grandmother is wearing a red dress down to her ankles, black heels and a large fur coat. Her hair was in an up-do and she was wearing bright red lipstick.