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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I watch as Moretti gives the last black suitcase to Richard.
We're dropping off Laura and Gianna at his private jet, for them to go to France.
Obviously his best team is going with her, although he also has men in France.
Sibling care, I guess...
It's five in the damn morning and I would be lying if I said I wouldn't gladly go to bed again.
I slept two hours because I delayed my packing.
I had shit to do.
Laura hugs her brother, who caresses her hair, planting a kiss on her forehead and then proceeds to tickle Gianna, who I can see laughing, both their faces liting up at the baby.
Dropping my eyes to my phone, not wanting to see more, I start playing some stupid game.
Cons of having no social life.
Minutes later Lukas enters to the black Jeep, and I recline my seat back, making him frown at me.
"What are you doing?"
"Sleeping." I mumble, fixing my seat belt, my hands below my cheek.
Lukas sighs and starts the car, the smooth rumble and drive of his making me asleep in seconds.
Moments later, I wake up and groan at the sunlight hitting my eyes, noticing that there's a blanket above my body.
It smells like salt and ocean inside the car, and Lukas is nowhere inside of it.
Looking around, I notice that the trunk door is open, the blue sky and warm sun heating the car through the tinted windows.
Folding the black blanket and dropping it on the back seats, I leave the car.
Fresh air engulfs me, the ocean smell intensifying, making me breath in deeply.
I love this smell.
So caught up in this and still sleepy, I only gain notion of Lukas and other man standing inches away from the car, when opening my eyes again.
We're in a dock, luxury yatchs and boats around, with some men going in and out of their properties, but other than that, it's peaceful.
"Angel." Lukas takes me out of looking at my surroundings and gestures for me to reach him, so I do.
"Ours is the black one. They're putting our stuff inside." Lukas nods to the same man who was talking to him seconds ago, and other, younger with blonde hair and a blue polo shirt with white khakis.
The yatch definitely screams money and Moretti's style. Sleek and modern.
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