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Angel Romano was known for his ruthless ways.
They said he was a supposed duplicate of his father, but only to be worse.
He was known for his cold exterior, his heartless heart. But most import...
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Daisy ✧
I held onto Angel tightly as he strode to his car.
"Angel." I call out softly.
He ignores me and opens the passenger door, putting me in, then closing the door on my side.
Angel arrived at his side and climbed into his car, which he started and sat back, clearly trying to ease up.
"What about the plan, Angel?" I remind him.
He clenches his jaw and runs a hand through his hair, something he did when he was angry or agitated.
"Fùck the plan Daisy, I'm not fùcking around if this coglione is going to hurt you." He says harshly.
Translation; Fùcker
I wince at his harsh tone and lay back in my seat, my head throbbing from the anxiety.
Angel then sped out of the parking lot.
I sighed and reached for my phone, telling Tyson that he didn't need to pick me up from school today.
We drove for a bit, the silence in the car was deafening, but I ignored it and continued to watch the vehicles we passed by, which oddly helped to calm me down.
Finally, we arrived at the familiar mansion, the empire.
Angel's car roared as he came to a halt in front of the guarded front doors.
Angel swiftly exited his side and circled back to mine.
I walked ahead of him up the stairwell after he opened the door for me.
As we approached the main doors, I felt him close behind me.
Recognising me, the guards moved to the side and opened the doors for me.
Before we could enter the home, Angel had shoved me up against the wall.
A little squeal left my lips as he caged me in between his arms, surprising me with his sudden action.
As the wind swept past us, his cologne hit my nostrils, and he peered down at me with cold eyes.
"I'm sorry, moonlight," He says unexpectedly, surprising me once more.
His gaze remained fixed on mine, and I averted my gaze, unable to bear the intensity of his stare.
"It's fine, Angel." I whisper to him.
He firmly gripped my chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting my head to face him.
My gaze meets his, the blue and grey of his eyes piercing my own.
As the hand on my chin tilts my head even more towards his face, he inches in closer to my lips, lingering above them.
"I don't want to hurt you." His eyes move from my lips to my eyes as he murmurs against my lips.
