There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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I change into my black dress for my shift at Lorenzo's, trying to produce enough bravery to walk outside by myself.
I doubt Emilio is going to approve of me leaving, but I don't really care what he thinks. Someone has to make the legal money.
Right as I open the door, I hear voices that weren't there earlier. I walk out of the hallway, and the twins sit on the couch with Reign and Michael. I don't see Emilio, so I head straight for the door after grabbing the keys to the car.
I twist the door handle, but a tattooed hand slams the door shut before it can open an inch. I glare up at the owner of said hand, and gray eyes stare right back at me.
Oh, please. I don't need this shit.
"Excuse me," I mutter, my voice sounding weaker than I prefer. Eros intimidates me, and it does things to my head.
"You're not leaving," is all he says, but somehow it's enough to make me blush. Not intentionally, of course. The fact that he thinks he can tell me what to do makes my grip tighten on the handle.
I shake my head, holding back a sigh.
"I have to go to work, Eros. It's not like I can't take care of myself," I defend, pulling the door open despite his first attempt to stop me. His face is stoic, but I can tell he's angered by my actions.
"Emilio won't like this," he tells me, watching as I step outside. I glance back at him, his tall figure leaning in the doorway. The morning glow makes him look unrealistic, and I scold myself for my thoughts.
He's so beautiful.
"Well, if Emilio wants to eat and have a bed to sleep on, someone has to get off their ass and do something," I snap, making my way toward the car. I expect to hear the front door shut, but it never comes. When I get to the car, I see Eros across the street, watching me from the porch.
If it were anyone else, I would find it creepy, but I know what he's looking out for. And I appreciate that Eros actually gives a shit.
Without another fearful thought, I start the car and head toward the restaurant.
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