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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I can't believe it.
I'm fucking fuming, and I swear my hand is hitching to grab the gun on my waistband.
Because he's so damn fucking centered, he let him go away.
"You're so fucking stupid." I glare at Moretti, who runs his fingers through his hair, tugging at it.
A sign he's frustrated.
Not more than me. If he listened to me...
Moretti scowls. "I'm stupid? It's my fault your lover boy ran away?"
He's not my goddamn lover boy!
"Yes!" I shout in fury.
"How is it my fault?!" He shouts back, his men watching warily our arguing.
We're inside his office, and they've entered inside when they first heard his laptop fall to the floor.
He threw it in a goddamn fit.
"If you listened to me for once, th-"
"I've done nothing but listen to you! Shut the fuck up!" His hazel eyes glare at mine as he stands up from his chair.
"Fuck you! Why the hell did you sent your team to the poorest part? I said to start searching on the richest one!"
Moretti fums at me, as I do to him, my fist clenched to avoid the urge of grabbing my gun and kill him right here.
The fucker found a house with the description the guy gave me, but on the poor side of the country.
Dimitri would never go to the poorest side.
I told him specifically that.
What did Lukas do? Ignored.
And now Dimitri slipped through our fingers.
"You better remember your place before I make you." Lukas growls, face inches from mine as his death glare clashes with mine. "You're nothing in this mafia, my name is at the front. You don't boss me around!" He barks.
I'm so done with this shit.
With him.
It's back and forth, back and forth.
If I was working by myself Dimitri would be long gone.
"Fine then!" I shout, and storm out of his office.
I'll find him on my own, and will even send one of his middle fingers in a pretty box for Moretti.
With a fucking perfumed rose as accessory.
He wants to be a dick, then so be it, but I'm not going to stick around.
I'm done.
I could be asleep right now instead of staring at his stupid face, and be catching Dimitri at night.
