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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The green, satin dress, hugs my curves, enhancing my breasts and tanned skin, as black heels complete the look, the brown locks of the wig hair falling through my back.
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Entering the club, my eyes, covered by brown contact lenses, roam the dancers around the poles, pink lights liting up the stage, round tables in front, with various men smoking and throwing money to the girls.
I miss that.
Not because of the money or the men eyes, but the sensation of twirling around the pole.
It was a peek of freedom.
Maybe I catched a liking because it was the only hours I hadn't had to do what Dimitri said... sort of.
Moretti is already here, I saw his car outside.
There's guys and girls behind the bar counter, moving their bodies to the music, serving cocktails to the clients sitting on the counter chairs.
One of them is Lukas.
There's more men than women, but that doesn't worry me. I could kill everyone here before they could blink.
Walking towards the end of the counter, where I have perfect view for Moretti who's on the other end, I order a cocktail, my eyes looking around to see if I get hold of the woman first.
No such luck.
She sits on the empty stoll next to Moretti, who flashes me a smirk.
The fucker had eye on me since I've entered, didn't he?
Moretti keeps sipping from his whiskey, and I roll my eyes when instead of him approaching her, is she that puts her hand on his leg.
Bitch.
They start talking and Lukas leans down for her to whisper something on his ear, and lifting his head again he winks at me, before nodding at Alana.
Gulping down the rest of my drink, to hide the scowl on my face and watch his moves, I see his eyes roaming her body.
More than once.
Fucker. I wish I could rip his eyes out of that stupid face.
