Pirate City

Chapter 15 Matteo

Angel's POV

"What the fuck are you doing here." I immediately regretted opening the door.

"Good morning to you too!" I hated the fake cheeriness in his tone.

"Matteo you need to leave. Now." Now wasn't the time. I wasn't in the mood for his shit.

"Relax, jeez. I brought stuff for your little friend." He lifted 2 plastic garbage bags filled with clothes and other stuff that looked new. A growl came from deep in my chest, a sound of exasperation. Little friend? Really? If he woke her up he would be pretty fucking sorry.

"I'll give them to her when she wakes up." She fell asleep in the blue room as soon as we got home, chances were she would sleep for a while.

"I'll wait" he smiled, pushing the door open a little more and slipping inside before I could stop him.

"Do you want to die?!" His lip curled into a pout as I clenched my jaw, keeping my voice just above a whisper. He was really pushing it.

"Oh you love me." I do? I followed him to the living room and watched as he sat down comfortably into one of the cushioned chairs.

"I'm warning you-" the sound of footsteps behind me made me turn and look to the top of the stairs where Luna stood, wearing the clothes I lent her and a messy bun at the back of her head. She didn't appear to notice either of us as she started descending the wide wooden staircase.

"Shit dude, she's cute." Fucks sake. If she wasn't there at that moment Matteo would be lying at my feet with a bullet through his head.

"Morning." she smiled at my greeting.

"Morning." Her voice sounded higher than usual. Morning voice.

"There's some breakfast in the kitchen, help yourself." Her eyes flitted wearily between me and Matteo, giving me a questioning glance when our eyes locked for a second time.

"Right. Where's the kitchen?" I chuckled, forgetting Matteo was still standing right behind us.

"I'll show you" I flinched at his voice.

"No. You stay here, I'll be 5 minutes. Don't do anything stupid." Fucking prick.

"Wow someone's protective" He has a death wish. Luna tugged on my sleeve knowingly, keeping me from beating the shit out of him. She laced her fingers into mine and squeezed gently.

"Leave it." She growled, her strained whisper barely audible. She looked tired. I clenched my jaw and started walking towards the kitchen, leaving Matteo sitting alone on the old chair. She was right.

The kitchen- in my opinion- is the best room in the house. It's one of the only rooms I really try to keep clean. The white countertops and dark wooden floors contrast sharply, making the room feel tidy.

"What do you want?" I opened the light wooden cupboard and look into the filled cabinet.

"Mmmmm" she grumbled, resting her head in her arms on the table.

"Tired?"

"Mhm," the chair creaked as she moved around.

"Do you want some coffee?" I joked, pulling out a pack of coffee grounds for myself.

"I'll have what you're having" She mumbled, barely awake.

"You sure? You don't seem like a black coffee type" Her back straightened as she looked up and smiled, suddenly not so tired.

"Try me." She challenged, sitting back against the squealing backrest.

"Ok" I was curious now, she seemed really confident. I poured the dark coffee into two black mugs, handing one to her and keeping one for myself.