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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Life is so goddamn shitty most times.
Why can't it be easy?
We only have one, why do people have to struggle, why starving, why worrying about others opinions?
This thoughts maintain me awake at night, and apparently while I'm drinking a margarita inside a bar.
I was bored in the house so decided to drive around, blasting music and ended up at a small bar.
It's not entirely full, the counter having chairs with people ordering, and filled with dark velvet couches and round glass tables in front.
I'm seated at the corner of one of the comfortable couches, my drink above the table as I watch the two guys playing guitar and piano.
The ambient is dim dark, glow lights all around, candles above the tables, the small stage where the two bold guys perform with a red carpet and two blue lights above them on the ceiling.
It's quite a chill ambient. I enjoy that.
Dimitri is still on ghost mode and honestly, I'm tired.
I'm suspending missions because of this, but I will no longer do that.
I'll keep them going, filling my pockets with money and when the fucker decides to appear, I'll be ready to handle him.
"What's a pretty lady like you doing here all alone?" A blonde guy, a subtle beard in his face, and dark eyes, smiles down at me.
My eyes take him up and down, beige pants and white shirt covering his body, his blonde locks perfectly combined with gel.
Not my type.
"Not interested."
That was also the most plain and banal line I've ever heard.
"Not even a chance? Maybe a drink?" He insists, making me roll my eyes. Sipping the rest of my drink, I stand up, and stare blankly the guy.
"Just had one. Goodnight."
With that I walk my way out, leaving him dumbfounded behind.
Like I give a fuck.
I'm not in the mood to fuck tonight and he seemed way to soft for me. He couldn't handle it.
Reaching my jeans back pocket I take out my orange Aston Martin car keys, and opening the drivers door, I stop, hearing steps.
Did the blondie followed me? I really just want to be alone tonight.
Turning around, a frown makes its way to my face as I'm met with-
"Once again, goodnight."
He says and my eyes widen as he puts a white cloth over my nose.
I try to fight him off, but his grip his strong, focusing on never letting the white cloth go far from my nose.
