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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Entering the meeting room, my eyes roam the walls full of guns, a large table with black leather chairs, in the middle.
Lukas is up, looking over some papers above the table. But besides him, it's just me inside.
"They were picking a shipment." He announces making me nod.
At least that, I thought I had mistaked the time and either missed it or woke up earlier than necessary.
That would be a bummer.
"Check this." Lukas says and I make my way towards him, leaning my elbows on the table as he slides the papers to me.
It looks the plan of a house, Dimitri's one to be precise.
Looking at Lukas to ask if he thought of any plan already, I see his jaw clenched, his eyes on my ass.
So, being the great person I am, I pretend to be oblivious about it and arch my back, turning the paper so that it seems to more unconsciously.
Lukas groans and next thing I know he's rubbing his dick on my ass, making me bite my lip.
"I know what you're doing, sweetheart. Stop it."
"I'm not doing shit, Moretti." I say, and straighten myself up, making sure to rub my ass on his dick.
His hands grip my hips, his warm breath tickling my ear, as his fingers gently put my hair aside, skin touching mine making a shiver roll through my spine at the rough skin of his fingers.
"You're lucky my men are coming or we would continue last night events." He murmurs and bites my earlobe, making me moan.
"Oh. Right when I was down for it, we can't." I smirk pushing his buttons further, and turning my head to the side, looking at him, I brush my tongue on his lips before stepping away.
His men start entering seconds after, and I start paying more attention to the papers then to Lukas .
Something is wrong here.
"Lukas." I call him out and he comes to stand next to me, the annoyed roll of his eyes doesn't go unnoticed.
He's annoying too.
"This is the four floors?" I point to the paper, he frowns. "It's only three."
No, it isn't.
Seeing my furrowed eyebrows, he grabs the pen and starts indicating the floors. "Up, one. Middle, two. And the main, three."
Snatching the pen off his hand, I draw another floor below the supposed main floor.
All of the guys and him look at me curiously. "Basement. Forth floor."
"We searched deep for that house, there's no evidence of a basement." One of his men with brown hair and light brown eyes announces.
