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I can't catch a fucking brake.
My fingers run through my hair as soon as I drop the house keys above the black sideboard, beside the door.
I just came straight of burying three of my men. We had to do the funerals two weeks later due to all their families flying here.
"Boss." Rafa says, and knowing it won't be something that will lift my mood, I sigh and nod in question. "It's Red."
Angel?
My shoulders tense.
"Isn't she asleep?"
"She left anhour after you."
Oh my God.... that woman will give me white hairs faster than my sister.
"Is she at the club?"
Drink has been her best friend these last two weeks.
"No. She killed Victor Raley moments ago."
A corrupt of the business.
She's turning into a killing machine, everyday is a new target...
I still remember the shock and terror on my men's face when she killed Dimitri. Even I got the chills.
Showed the whole reason why Dark Angel is known by the most cruelest, vile, and ruthless solo killer.
Her pain was so much that when her adrenaline washed away, she fainted. It freaked the fuck out of me that the motherfucker had shot her or some shit.
Even at night that day torments me. Fuck, she lost everything.
"Is Gabi and Rick with her?" I ask.
Two of my men follow her everywhere, but she doesn't know. Her anger and pain makes her fight random people and lose her control.
I needed to keep a track on her and know if she's safe.
She will probably kill me if she knows I have eyes on her, though.
"Do I need to send a cleaning team?" I ask, not knowing if she left traces or not.
Until now I haven't needed to clean that type of mess from her, but surely had to pay a nose job to a guy she punched in the club.
My fucking rage woman.
"No. They asked if you wanted her here, or if they let her go to the club."
"Let her. I'm not much help to her anymore." I command, mumbling the last part as I climb up the stairs to my office.
I do what I can, but honestly I have no clue what she needs. I don't know what she's going through, she doesn't speak to me about it.
Seating on my chair, I let go of a harsh breath, hands running down my face as I lean my forehead against the cold desk.
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Angel
RomanceANGEL 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...
