•Night Angel•

CHAPTER LXXXVI - YOU MADE IT, TONY.

June 2010. 12:20. Downtown Los Angeles, Los Angeles. CA.

Third Person POV.

Sophia was finishing getting dressed, when a phone started ringing somewhere in the room. Just as she buttoned up her jeans, Michael came through the closet door, wearing only his black jeans, no shirt. He had the phone on his ear and Sophia looked at him curiously.

-Yeah, sure man. Yeah, she's right here. Okay. I'll see you later. Goodbye.- Michael said as he handed the phone to Sophia. She furrowed her eyebrows as she took it, asking him silently who it was.

Michael mouthed "Tony" and she nodded. After she grabbed the phone, he stepped out of the room, not without giving Sophia a kiss first. The Dumont girl smiled and took the phone to her ear, as she started to apply mascara on her lashes.

-Hello?.- Sophia said. She heard wind blowing on the other side of the line and frowned.

-Hey! Star! I'm on my way back home. I have something I need to show you! Meet me at home in 15!.- Tony said, raising his voice above the wind noise.

-Alright... You okay?.- Sophia asked and Tony nodded, but then he remembered she couldn't see him, so he replied.

-Yeah, it's just, I think I found something important and I want you to check it with me.- Tony said and Sophia nodded, assuming it was something from his father's stuff.

-Okay, I'm on my way.- Sophia said and Tony cheered.

-Yay, see you.- And with that her brother ended the call.

Sophia walked out of the walk-in closet only to find Michael sitting on the chair, tying up his blck boots. He lifted his gaze as he heard Sophia coming inside the room.

-Hey, what did he say?.- Michael asked as he finished, straightening up in his chair. Sophia walked over to her bedside table and grabbed her necklace that Tony gave her years ago and placed it on her neck.

-Well, he said he thinks he found something, but he didn't tell me what it was.- She said as she looked at herself in the mirror.

She was wearing a white basic t-shirt and a long dark brown skirt that reached just above her ankles. A pair of white converse and her hair held in a high ponytail, with a couple of brown curls hanging from the sides.

Michael looked at her and smiled. He loved how she looked. Always. Whether she was wearing a fancy nice dress, a pair of jeans and a nice blouse, her tactical suit or just sweatpants and a sweatshirt, to him, she was the most beautiful woman on earth.

-So, he thinks you two can find something?.- Michael asked as he stood up and went to stand behind Sophia, wrapping his arms around her waist.

-I don't know. I hope so. He's been searching non-stop for something after what Nick gave him. Something must be there.- Sophia said as she leaned on Michael's chest.

He placed his chin on her head and gave her a sweet and tender kiss. Sophia smiled and sighed. If it were up to her, she would never leave his arms. They were the safest and most comfortable place she had ever been in.

Sometimes both of them, on their own, without knowing, would think of how it will be when they get married. They already acted like a married couple. Living together, going grocery shopping, sleeping together, fighting sometimes, buying stuff, all of it.

They loved spending time with each other, but at the same time they loved to do things on their own, because it would mean that at the end of the day they would go back to each other, telling and sharing stories about their day and what they did.