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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Baths do feel like heaven.
Filling my bathtub with warm water, foam on top, candles litting up the bathroom as I drink a expensive glass of white wine, it's my heaven.
It's been three days since my crash, and I was in pain, so the bath was planned.
Warm water relaxes muscles, and that was exactly what I needed.
My stomach wound is healing greatly, and probably won't scar, but I still have to be cautious about it.
It gets itchy sometimes.
Earned it by The Weeknd is playing as background music, my fingers playing with the bubbles, the wine glass on my other hand, as I sip from it.
Dimitri seems to suddenly have turned ghost. There's no sign of him.
He disappeared of the radar.
But that long lost love of his... that woman will be my way.
I've searched her, she is a stripper, known by fucking every men and women that paid. She basically owns the club she dances at.
She'll give me what I want, even if that means fucking her. It wouldn't be the first time.
Not with her, but with other women.
Dimitri had an obsession of seeing girls fucking in front of his eyes.
Taking a big sip from the glass to drown the resurfacing thoughts, I close my eyes and roll my neck, the warm water reaching my collarbone.
I stop still, hearing sounds outside.
It's this times that I would love to have a dog, but if I die, the animal would die alone. That would be cruel.
I'm not that much of a monster.
Quickly grabbing the gun below the sink, after leaving the bathtub, I wrap a white towel around my body, my feet wetting the floor as I quietly step outside.
I let the music playing, in case whoever has a death wish hears it, and thinks I'm unaware of their presence.
The sudden cold makes goosebumps rise on my skin, but I keep my ears and eyes open for any more sounds or movements.
Hearing the lock of the main door open, I curse mentally, and go to the top of the stairs, leaning my back against the cold wall, my gun ready to shoot.
I can't see who it is yet, but I do hear heavy steps climbing up.
Those steps...
They're heavier on the left foot than the right.
"What are you doing here?" Leaving my hidden spot, I growl, pointing the gun at his forehead.
He stops mid step. "Easy, sweetheart." Moretti smirks, annoying me even more.
