Guardian Angel

Chapter 18 - A Reminder

I ring the doorbell to the classy and elegant condo in front of me.

The door is opened seconds later by Katya who gives me a big smile and pulls me into a hug.

"I missed you so much. You need to stop leaving." She squeezes me tightly before letting go.

"Come in. It's cold out here." She says entering her home and I walk in behind her, closing the door.

I take my coat off since it's very warm in here and I hang it up on of her coat hanger. I then make my way to the living room where there is a spaced-out Morelia.

The sound of my heels snaps her out of whatever it was that she was thinking about. A beautiful smile appears on her face when seeing me.

"You're back." She says in surprise and stands up to pull me into a hug.

"Yes, and I have so much to tell you." I say as Katya enters the room with a tray and three cute mugs filled with coffee.

She offers one to each of us and we take it. Once she is seated, they both turn to look at me.

"How have you guys been?" I ask first, genuinely interested in knowing what's been going on here.

"Stealing while looking after my brothers, you know, the usual." Katya responds grabbing her coffee.

"I'm working with your father and Akim Ivanov. It's kind of a nightmare to work with the Russian. We don't have much on Marcello. Every time someone finds his location, he's gone by the time we are there."

"I saw Marcello." I tell them already and there is silence among us.

"Leonid Ivanov was convinced that I was working with him, but I'm not. He set me up and apart from that he went to look for Paolo, placed him right in front of me, and the idiot kissed me without my consent. I'm working on sending him to prison for as long as I can." I just tell them everything that I have been holding in and haven't been able to fully tell anyone.

"When did you see Marcello?" Morelia questions grabbing her phone from her purse.

"Two days ago."

"Where's our roommate? I haven't seen her in days." Nikolai asks which causes me to glare at him.

"She's gone. She won't be living here any longer." My words seem to take them all by surprise especially Amado.

"Why?" He asks taking a bite of his breakfast.

"She had contact with Marcello the whole time she stayed with us. That's why we didn't find him when we went looking for him." I explain the situation to them which is obvious because the dumb fucks were there.

"Bullshit." Vladimir speaks up. "I don't know her personally, but I know her well enough to know that she isn't the type of person to do that."

"Don't be stupid, Vladimir. She fooled us. She made us think of her as some fucking angel when in reality she was stabbing us in the back." I respond to him not being able to believe they fell for the fake persona she put on.

"Vladimir is right." Amado speaks up and to be honest it's a bit surprising since he usually just observes and listens instead of speaking up or giving his opinion.

"I've worked with Gianna and Dario plenty of times. They're not the type of people to do anything like that. They won't hurt anyone unless they have a reason to." He goes on to explain.

"I don't care what any of you think. She's gone."

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I stop right before I open the door to my bedroom.

I look over to my left side where her room is. I don't even fight myself with going toward it. I hesitate for a second before opening her door and walking in.

I turn the light on to see that it's empty. It's still completely furnished and decorated but it's empty because her clothes and personal belongings are gone. She is gone.

I walk toward the bed and take a seat. My attention is drawn to the small couch where she once sat in my lap as I held her and kissed her. That takes me to remember the scent of her perfume and hair, the feeling of her touch and lips, and the way she would look into my eyes.

I groan in frustration as I lay back on the bed. I need her so badly, but I need to control myself. I don't have time for stupid games.

I miss her presence and her voice. I miss every little thing about her. I even miss watching her eat her stupid green grapes and dark chocolate.

I reach for one of the pillows beside me and hug it in my arms tightly when I realize it still smells like her. I so badly wish it was her in my arms and not her damn pillow.

My eyes eventually feel heavy, and I fall asleep to the thought of her angelic face while hugging the fuck out of her pillow.

I finally get into my warm and comfy bed after what felt like a long day.

I'm getting back into my regular routine, and I have taken a new case. Everything has been going great and my mind has been occupied like ninety nine percent of the time.

The other one percent of my mind is thinking about him. He's so irritating that if he has the audacity to try anything with me, I will slap him in his pretty face and then send him back to prison.

Everything reminds me of him, his gorgeous eyes to be exact. These past few days it has been raining and the dark grey sky is the same color as his eyes. Everywhere I look there is something that reminds me of him.

Today when I walked into my room, I noticed the clean sheets on my bed that a maid had put. They're fucking grey. Dark grey. It's so annoying that he won't leave me alone even when he isn't physically here.

It's going to take me a while to completely forget his eyes, his face, his body, his hands, and just all of him in general.

I'm just grateful that he didn't get deep into my heart. I don't know how I'd be right now, and I don't want a repeat of what happened in my last relationship with Paolo.

Speaking of which, he should be in prison in exactly five days. It's what I should have done from the beginning for what he did to me, and for what I went through because of him.

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