The Devil's Angel

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞

"Stop having relationships problems with people you're not in relationship with."
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Kai Costello

I got up around 5:00 am, the sun was out and I got dressed and walked downstairs. I worked out for a few hours like I normally did.

My father wanted me to come to his office to talks about something.

Awesome.

I went back upstairs and took a quick lukewarm shower. Everyone was still sleeping so I didn't need to worry about people seeing me without a mask on. Plus none of the men are here before 7:00 anyway.

I took the elevator down to the main floor and walked down a hall to my father's office doors.

I hope what he has to tell me isn't bad. But knowing him, it probably is. I rolled my eyes at the thought

I pushed open the doors, he was sitting behind his desk with a glass of whisky against his lips. "Figlio, vieni a sederti. Dobbiamo discutere alcune cose."
(Son, come and sit. We need to discuss some things.)

I walked into the room, closing the doors behind me. I sat down on a chair in front of him. He had an evil smile on his face.

God, I can't wait to kill this fucker.

"Cosa vuoi, padre." (What do you want, father.) His lips twitched as he sat down his glass and leaned back in his chair.

"Potresti chiamarmi papà, visto che per te sono così." (You could call me dad, since that's what I am to you.)

He did not just say that.

"Ti chiamerò papà quando inizierai a comportarti come tale." (I'll call you dad when you start acting like one.) I hissed at him. He just chuckled.

"Dobbiamo parlare di quella puttanella che hai portato in questa casa." (We need to talk about that little bitch you brought into this house.) Anger consumed my body.

"Dobbiamo parlare di quella puttanella che hai portato in questa casa." (Do fucking call her a bitch.) I saw his eyes light up. "Ti piace, vero?" (You like her don't you.) He started chuckling evilly, graving his glass of whisky downing the rest of it.

"Kai, Kai, Kai e qui ho pensato che tu fossi più intelligente di questo." (Kai, Kai, Kai, and here I thought you were smarter than this.) He slammed his empty glass on the desk.

I didn't move.

"Sei un mostro, una persona disgustosa, il diavolo, l'inferno è se stesso. Non gliene frega un cazzo di te. E a te non dovrebbe fregare un cazzo di lei. Ti ho addestrato a essere un assassino senza emozioni e senza cuore e penso che quella ragazza ti stia rendendo tenero. O ti sbarazzi di lei o lo farò io. E prima di farlo, ti darò il peggior pestaggio della tua vita per non avermi ascoltato. Ma questa non è la parte migliore. La picchierò a morte davanti ai tuoi occhi." (Your a monster, a disgusting person, the devil, hell itself. She doesn't give a fuck about you. And you shouldn't give a fuck about her. I trained you to be an emotionless, heartless assassin and I think that girl is making you soft. Either you get rid of her or I will. And before I do that I will give you the worst beating of your life for not listening to me. But that's not the best part. I will beat her to death in front of your eyes.)

My fists were clenched together tight, my heart was beating at a rapid speed and all I wanted to do was kill this fucker with my bare hands.

But I knew I couldn't do that.

Not yet anyway.

I let out a breath and looked him dead in the eyes with 15 different ways to kill him right this instant running through my head.