Demon's Angel

chapter two

"What a pleasure to meet you all", Mr Rivers kisses my palm, gently. Something I wasn't really accustomed too, I rub my palm by my dress, before anyone would catch me.

My jaw drops, at the ecstatic sight of the Viper's mansion. It was gorgeous. Gigantic fountains on the side of each big block, and a giant sculpture of what I reckon a lion. You could hear the soothing sounds of the river flowing against the concrete, and I sigh to myself.

Our mansion was beautiful as well, but this was something else. I ignore the parents talking, while gasping at each outstanding feature. My eyes hit the underground posh car collection that was sealed behind clear glass, and my eyes hit a beautiful sports car.

I had this urge to run up there, and run my palms along the lines of the steering wheel but I had to compose myself. I had a special connection with cars, maybe I could sneak up on it later when no ones looking.

"Your daughter is beautiful, if only my Mateo could find a girl like her," The parents laugh at something, I found nothing amusing to laugh at. My cheeks blush a deep shade of red in embarrassment, and I whip my head at the chocolate fountain.

"I would call Mateo downstairs, but he's currently accustomed with some college assignments," My ears bulge into the conversation the second I hear university. I give my father a stare, which he ignores.

How was this Mateo allowed to go to college? I mean, wasn't he the sole child of the Rivers. Wasn't he currently practising mafia shit? I groan inwards, and leave the conversation behind. Life is so unfair.

I look for the nearest exit, to the terrace which looked stunning and unoccupied. I could possibly, get some space from the exploiting dinner. My parents were probably gonna reveal every child hood secret of mine, and boast about it.

It happens every damn single time. I find an elevator, and drag my long dress behind me. I step in, as a drop dead gorgeous, boy stands inside while staring at something on his phone. dreamy. He wore a white button up t-shirt that hugged him, with a black suit top wrapped around his arms. 

His buttons were left open, a lot from the top and you could see his tan skin that defined his abs, and outlined his tattoos. He had an infinity sign, on his neck. He resembled a literal greek god. Too good to be true.

He lifts his head, and before I know it his stormy grey eyes hit mine, and I nearly drop dead onto the floor. I move my eyes to his lips that were too red, and his clean jawline which was perfectly chiseled. 

I gulp, as he takes a step closer to me, lifting his eyes from my eyes to my body, and he licks his lips, before his lips curve into a dangerous smirk. He takes another step closer to me, causing my back to hit the back of the elevator.

I swoon at his dark eyes, and I instantly know that i'm going to die by his intense gaze. I lift my gaze back onto him, his eyes. This time, my eyes swirl with a motion that challenges him, and I replicate his smirk.  

I take a step closer to him this time, and I hear his breath heavily muffle. "What's your name, princess?" His hot, minty breath shuffles next to my ear, and my stomach dives another three sixty.

"Gertrude," I hide my laugh behind my ears, and his eyebrows raise up suggestively. "Gertrude? What a-," I raise my eyebrows up, feigning an offended tone.

"Pretty name, for a pretty girl like you," He mutters under his breath, before thinking to himself. Gertrude, was a good catch. 

The elevator's doors swings open, and we pull apart, as a little boy with a mischievous smile throttles into the elevator. Was the little boy part of the mafia as well? I mean, it looked like he knew what he was doing.

To keep a good impression, I sneak up to the little boy and bend to his height. "Yes cutie," I awe at him, he was adorable and had the cutest grey-hazel eyes. 

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" I startle in shock, before regaining my composure. "I'd-" I start before getting cut off by the grumpy teenager who stood beside me.

"Santiago, Piss off. Your fucking five," The boy next to me grumbles, and my eyes widen. I mouth to him, 'He's five'. He ignores me, "Santiago, go away before I tell mom your outside," Oh, so they're brothers. Their eyes, no wonder.

Santiago rolls his eyes before handing me an unexpected rose, and I kiss him on the cheek. My confusement morphs into a warm smile, and the elevators bell rings. "I'm telling momma you said the f word," Santiago mirrors his brothers smirk.

"Oh, and," Before he leaves, we watch as he raises his fingers to the story buttons, and clicks on every single button. Every single button. There had to be over 12 stories, tonight was going to be long.

Santiago plays a sly grin, and waves at us from outside the elevator before the door shuts, and we're locked in the elevator.

"That motherfucker is so fucking dead," I giggle as he growls, and stop as he snaps his eyes at me, clearly pissed. I watch as he grits his teeth in annoyance.

"What? You raging on a five year old his hilarious," I laugh, before wiping the tear at the edge of my eyes. The elevator's door's slide open, and I hop out to get some fresh air at the terrace.

You could basically see the entire city view through the terrace, it was beautiful. The lights shimmered against each other, and the cars zoomed through the busy night streets. I smile, as the cold air brushes against my neck.

It felt cooling, and refreshing. A break from all this mafia drama was all I needed, and I could feel it. The atmosphere was nice, I rub my arms that filled with goosebumps as the cold air breezes onto me.

I rub my palms against my arm, to generate some amount of heat, and I hear a voice beside me. "You look cold," The voice grumbles, and my goosebumps are replaced with a warm blazer that concealed my bare shoulders.

'Thank you', I mumble after not being in the mood of talking. I intake the positive aura, before I hear a click and shift my head at the boy next to me, who currently lighting his cigar with a little box.

"You know smoking is bad for you," He puffs through the cigar, and I cringe. 

"No one really respects a quitter, you know," He smirks back, and I grab his smoke off his index finger, and insert into my mouth before coughing it out.

"What the fuck are you doing, princess," He hisses angrily before pulling it off my lips, and tossing it into the nearest bin near us, and his lips twerk into a growl.

I shiver, at his outbreak and he softens up, as guilt floods through him. I'd never have someone talk to me like that, not even my own father. It didn't feel wrong, though.

I shrug my shoulders, "I don't know". I could feel his eyes burn right through me, as I stare at the striking view.  

"We should go down," I suggest, and he smirks instantly. God, I just opened the door for a sexual innuendo. "Right now?" He suggests, while his smirk plays against his lips. I smack him on his arms, and we catch the lift downstairs.

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