The Devil's Angel

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

"We are all bad in someone's story."
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Aurora Vega

The fucking mafia.

Oh hell no. This can't be happening. I expected this to be some criminal place but the mafia. I just got out of the fucking mafia.

What the fuck, dick shit stick just happened.

Shortly after I had left Diavolo's office a woman approached me. She was short. She looked to be in her 50's. "Hello dear, I was told to show you to the room you will be staying in. If you don't mind following me?" She spoke in a sweet voice, far different from everyone else I have talked to. I gave her a polite smile and followed her.

We walked down a few different hallways and rooms. Eventually, we made it to a room at the end of a hall. The doors were tall and dark, the handles were gold and flashy.

The woman stepped in front of me and opened the door to the room. "This is the room you were assigned. If you need anything, don't hesitate to contact me. My name is Marie by the way." She smiled politely.

"It's nice to meet you, Marie, I'm Aurora." I smiled at her. "It's nice to meet you, dear," she smiled. Marie turned on her feet and walked back down the stairs leaving me alone.

I walked into the room to see the most beautiful room I have ever laid eyes on. The room had a white and beige aesthetic.

Damn, ok, this man has some good taste. I thought I would be staying in a little room with no windows or lights. Or possibly the basement.

But this... this is gorgeous!

Far better than I expected.

In the middle of the room, there was a big bed with a white comforter on top of it. On the left side of the bed, two French doors were leading to a balcony with a view of the city. On each side of the bed was a window and night table.

To my right, there was a white dresser and a full-body mirror. On the left side of the room, there was a desk with a bathroom on the other side of it. Facing the door there was another dresser and a walk-in closet on the other side of the door.

It's hands down the most beautiful room I have ever seen.

Elegant and classy.

My favorite.

After looking in the room, I made my way into the bathroom. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. It was gorgeous when you first walked in. Sinks to the left, each with a gold facet and white bowl. The counters were white with gold marbled in with it.

In the middle of the bathroom, a bathtub sat. It was white and oval with a wooden ledge. Sitting on it was a towel, body spray, and bubble bath. To the left of the bathroom, there was a humongous beige tiled shower with glass shower doors. It was like I was in a five-star hotel but ten times better.

The water came out of all sides of the shower, even a showerhead on the roof.

This shower could be useful in all sorts of ways if you know what I mean.

You horny bitch. Shut up.

I caught my reflection in the mirror and my face instantly dropped. I still had splatters of blood on my face from the man. My cheek was bruised, and when I looked down at my body my feet were disgusted. I walked over to the sink and cleaned up the gash on my lip and the other cuts and scrapes on my face.

There wasn't any medical equipment for me to properly make sure I was fine but for the most part, nothing time can't heal. I think.

I got rid of the joint after being pretty much finished. I was lightly at ease which I was thankful for.