ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
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Fucking Angel.
The cold water cascades down my body and my cock still won't get down.
Even not around me she pisses me the fuck off. God damn, she's infuriating.
After jerking myself off on the shower and washing my black hair, I wrap a white towel around my waist, heading out to the closet on my bedroom.
Grabbing black pants and a t-shirt, I run my fingers through my still wet hair and walk out to my office.
Honestly, it fills my ego saying my office.
The bastard of my father got his worst nightmare. I got in charge, and was the last face he saw before rooting in hell.
The guy was sick for power, when I reached my sixteen he started getting more abusive, all because I was closer to take his place and getting better than him at everything.
He acted on impulse, which caused half of his missions to go down the drain, I think before acting.
Well, when it comes to mafia assunts.
Others maybe not so much, like, fucking Angel.
Not that I regret it. Hell, my boners appear thinking of how good my dick felt inside her, how her walls clenched around my coc-
We stop there.
The point being is that, entering this double wooden doors for the office that I'm in charge now, makes me mentally tell the bastard rotting in hell to fuck himself.
I took his place and killed him.
Everyone knows what I did, what they don't know is the real reason.
They think I killed him for power, to take his place...let them think that. It makes me more merciless at their eyes.
Even if the truth is far from that.
Seating on the red leather chair, a sigh escapes my lips as I grab the stack of papers requiring my attention.
"Come in." I say hearing a knock on the door.
A team of my men enters, standing in front of my desk.
I hope they bring fucking new information. I want this shit over with, and get that red haired ball of fury out of my house.
"So?" I snap.
"No news on the Russians, which is weird because they retail back as soon as possible." Steve says.
Indeed it is.
The Russians are known by their silence but also for their fast paybacks. It's been two weeks since we took one of the team down.
"Boss, have you thought about what the girl said?" Richard asks, I nod.
What angel says makes sense, but she's hiding more to the story, I have my doubts in trusting her.
