Moonlight

Chapter 8

Angel ✧

Her melodic laugh fills the diner's walls.

Her head tilts back slightly as she pushes hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"Angel." She says quietly after sobering up.

My name had never sounded so good.

I hum in response.

"You wanna be friends ?" She asks me.

I've noticed every time she would ask a question, her head would tilt to the side a little as if observing their answer.

I shrug and respond.

"Sure." I answer.

A smile graces her full lips as her brown eyes bore into my own.

"Great." She says happily.

I hated overly happy people.

Though, she was an exception.

Her happiness calmed me some how.

"Done ?" I ask her as she tiredly leans her head against the wall behind her.

She nods and I get up from the booth, taking my hand out for her to take.

Her warm hand graces mine, lacing her fingers through my own.

We walk out of the diner, heading straight for my car.

I open the door for her and patiently wait until she's in.

Once she was in, I lean down to her level.

Her eyes widen at the proximity, and I smirk inwardly, knowing the effect I had on her.

"Stay here." I tell her coldly.

She nods and I get up, shutting the car door before making my way back inside the diner.

The diner was empty, making my job a lot easier.

Once the doors closed behind me, I took my gun out of my waistband and turned the safety off.

I held the gun to the floor beside me and pulled the trigger.

The loud noise of the bullet going off had made everyone aware I was here.

I heard the people in the staff room scream and yelp, their hurried steps alerting me they were coming this way.

I sat in a booth silently as one single light cast down onto the table, making me be seen in the dark.

I leaned back in my seat and ran a hand through my hair as I waited for the workers.

I watched them walk out of the room and attempting to open the restaurant doors, failing as I had locked them.

"Fuck." The man says.

I chuckle darkly, and their eyes widen realising my trap.

"H-Hey, Angel." The owner, Jet, says shakily.

I smile evilly, loving the effect I had on people.

I get up from the booth and slowly walk over to him.

He scurries back, nearly tripping over himself as he gets backed into a wall.

I tower over him as I swing my gun around my finger.

"Money ?" I ask emotionlessly.

He shuts his eyes closed as if getting ready for the bullet to go through him.

"I don't h-have it." He says quietly.

I felt my jaw tick in anger.

My amused eyes had gone to fury.

Just as it became too silent, he opened his eyes and I could see the fear in them worsen.

He sinks to the floor, as he buries his head in his hand, muttering hopeless words.

I squat down to his level as I take my gun to his chin, lifting it.

His eyes open, and I pull the trigger.

His body falls to the ground and I tilt my head looking at it blankly.

I then get up and turn around.

My eyes set on the three workers here.

The boy with the attitude from earlier was in the corner of the room with his head in his hands.

And then there were two men staring at their bosses lifeless body.

I turn to the boy first, slowly walking up to him.

His breathing quickens and I smirk.

"Please don't kill me." He says desperately.

I push my tongue to the side of my cheek as I smirk darkly.

"Shouldn't have disrespected her." I say.

I point my gun at him and pull the trigger.

I then turn to the two men, killing them both.

I walk out of the diner, and pull my phone out, calling my father.

"Angel." He says on the line.

"E 'fatto" I say and hang up.

Translation; It's done.

I pulled my gun back into my waistband and walked back out.

I opened the door to my car and saw a sleeping Daisy.

Her hair was sprawled out on her face as her head was leaned against the window.

My coat drowning her perfect figure.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at myself for letting a girl get into my head like this.

I started the car and begun driving out of the carpark, purposely avoiding any bumps so she wouldn't wake up.

My mind began to race with thoughts of her.

When I first laid my eyes on her at the party that night, she seemed to be permanently engraved in my mind.

Her looks were just a bonus to her personality.

She was something every man and woman would die for.

She had this aura around her that instantly made you want to be her or be with her.

Her smile was something that lit up the entire room, and when she was paying attention to you, you wouldn't ever want her not to.

Daisy was perfect in so many ways.

And I wanted her all to myself.