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 tension inside the black Jeep is insane.
Lukas is driving me to my car, who hopefully will still be at the same spot.
I remember that my keys were inside of it, but seeing a car like that all alone, I would steal it too, if needed.
I hope no one did that, or I'll hunt them down.
My wrists are with red marks from the ropes, and my ankles with small cuts from the friction I did trying to take them off.
Fucking Steve.
I'm angry, to a murderous level. It's a type of anger I've felt once in my life, and it was when I found out that my own mother had sold me.
Moretti and I have... issues with each other, but assuming that I kidnapped his family?
That was just plain stupidity.
What would be the benefit for me? What would I take with it?
I know we throw death curses at one another, maybe me more than him, but I've never did that against Laura.
If anything I was always too friendly with her. Or whatever people take for friendly.
Half of the weight leaves my shoulders as I see my car all alone, parked in the same spot, and apparently, brand new.
At least that.
And finally this ride is over, it felt like centuries.
Without a word, Moretti stops the car and I get ready to open my door, but he grabs my arm. I roll my eyes at the window I'm facing.
He better not add fuel to the fire. I'm so close to punch the living shits out of him.
"I'm sorry for making wrong assumptions." He sighs, his hold on me never loosening.
"No shit." I scowl.
Never thought I would hear a sincere apology, much less coming from Lukas Moretti's mouth.
"It made sense at the time, Angel."
Angel.
Why does he keep calling me that, since he knows my real name?
"I don't know why. I've never did anything to Laura, or the kid."
If anything, I've been there for her.
I helped on her mother's death day, when Gianna was crying, or sleeping, I can't exactly remember, I just remember being terrified of holding the little creature.
"I know. Look at me."
It's not a command, his voice is controlled, and I can see his gaze on me through the reflection of the window.
"We have nothing more to say. I just want to go home, I'm tired." I say and snatch my grip from his.
