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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 ✧
"Where are you?" He responds his tone, cold.
"Uh," I murmured as I looked around the street, I was near a park, and as I passed a sign, I read it to him.
"Stansfield Park,"
"On my way." He says and hangs up.
With a nervous breath, I exhale and move the car to the kerb.
I kept my head down as the car behind me drove in front of me and passed me.
As they went straight down the road and around a corner, I raised my eyes again.
I breathed a sigh of relief and slumped back in my chair.
Maybe I'm just delusional.
As the same car came around the turn from behind me, that thought went out the window.
"Oh, shít." I mumble and slump down in my seat.
The car passes me by, stopping just in front of my car to the side.
I watch the two men exit the car and go straight towards my car, "Why me," I grumble.
They walk all the way up to my window, while I remain motionless, my gaze fixed on my feet in front of me.
Maybe if I stay still they'll think I'm frozen or something.
That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard.
Shut up, as if you have a better id-
As he knocked on my window, I looked up at the man.
Breathe.
I smile at the cold men as I roll down the window halfway.
"Hello, how are you guys today?" I say casually, with a smile on my face.
"Ma'am, we need you to exit the vehicle." The man says sharply.
"Uh, why?" I mumbled as I stared at him and his buddy.
"Miss, please get out of the vehicle."
"We're armed, and we won't hesitate to fire if you don't do as we say." The other man says from behind him as the pistol in his palm flashes in front of my eyes.
"Fùck me dead," I murmur as I open the car door and exit.
"Hands up," He commands, and I raise my hands as he begins a rough pat-down.
"Hey!" I shriek as he spends too much time patting down my boob area.
He smirked as he reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone.
Before tossing it to the ground, he waved it in front of his friend.
