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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One week.
One week and I have nothing.
I stay up most nights trying to get a track of that Danish fucker. Nothing.
I think I'm going insane. That wouldn't be a surprise, that red hair fucks me over.
And she left.
I can't fucking control my tongue with her, and I mean that in every way possible, and then throw all the fucking blame on her.
Partly it's my fault.
I do rule a fucking empire, but if she would've just stay quiet on her place, and stop going after my target, this wouldn't happen.
But of course, Angel has a ego bigger than the fucking empire state building.
The water cascades my body as I stroke my dick.
Like fucking always.
Just thinking about her makes me hard, and it's literally three in the fucking morning, I couldn't stand watching that laptop screen anymore.
Groaning, titling my head against the black tiles, my thumb brushes my tip as I picture her tongue doing the same thing. I close my eyes, feeling the pressure rush through my cock.
Fuck her, and fuck this.
Turning the shower off when I'm done, I put on some black basketball shorts, and grab my laptop with a cigarette, going to my balcony and try to catch the fucker.
Hours later, I wake up with a loud pitch cry.
Gianna.
Groaning, I run a hand down my face and see that I fell asleep on the balcony.
Great. And still nothing of the fucker.
Getting up, I put the laptop charging and head outside my bedroom, it's almost six in the morning.
Reaching the kitchen, I see my sister rocking a crying Gianna, and kiss the top of both heads. Laura flashes me a tired smile.
Having a baby it's so fucking exhausting and she's not even my kid.
"Her teeth, still?" I ask Laura, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.
My sister shrugs. "I guess, I don't know. You cried a lot too, so I guess she'll be a grumpy ass."
I snort. "You're the grumpy ass in this house."
"Mhm." She waves me off, with a look that shows she doesn't believes me.
She is.
Turning on the TV, my eyes focus on the last news.
"No one can identify who car this is, but it's sure than no one is inside. Authorities don't know how could someone escape this, as you can se the car is barely standing and almost on ashes. Fireworkers have already extinguished the fire, and no sign of a human body was seen." The reporter says, showing the scene.
