•His Angel•

Chapter 20

-Culprit-

*Amaras POV*

"Sit" He says pointing in between his legs. I knew that there was no room for disagreement and I didn't want to stand up any longer.

Or sit with the men from across or beside us. I walk to infront of him and sit in between his legs.

I would be lying if I said this was uncomfortable and I didn't like it. I put my right leg over my left getting comfortable.

The smell of his cologne is starting to become my favorite. It's not too overbearing, it's perfect.

Like his face. I don't know where that came from but it's true.

He places his hands on my hips pulling me back against him giving me goosebumps. I lean back all the way as to where my back is on his lower chest.

The thought never occurred to me but we probably look like a couple right now. The way we are sitting isn't the most 'we're just friends' type of way.

I don't mind.

As people walk past the V.I.P section guys look at me with lust and girls look at me with hatred and jealousy.

A man takes a long drag of his cigarette, he taps the cigarette out into a ashtray that rests on the table infront of him.

He does all of this while staring at me almost studying me.

"Who's the girl" One of the men asks with a cocky smirk. If I could guess he would be in his late 30s and the way he was looking at me made me uncomfortable.

"Yeah, is she up for grabs." A younger looking guys asks that is to the side of us. I'm not an object, who do they think they are to talk like that.

Absolutely disgusting. I fidget with the ring on my thumb while looking at the guy whilst he looks at Lucianto.

"Shut your fucking mouth or I'll kick you're teeth down your throat and shut it for you." He says darkly, "No shes not up for grabs she mine so fuck off." His arms snake themselves around my waist as he interlocks his finger around me.

Hold on I need a minute to process this. What did he say?

Im his? I'm Lucianto's what does that mean exactly. I know that I'm now going to be left alone. I will thank him for that later.

"Calm down I was only messing around." He says chuckling and lifting his hands in surrender. If I was him I would be gone before anyone blinked.

How do you even come up with a threat like that, "If you think this is funny I don't mind forcing you to leave myself or fucking shooting you." Lucianto says angrily. 

I place my hands on top of his causing them to unlock. I run my fingers down the lines of his hands while running my fingers down his knuckles.

Let me just say this man has some nice hands they are big and have got a lot of veins on them. If he got a paper cut it would be over for him.

I would also feel bad because paper cuts hurt a lot.

Before I even think about what I am about to do I push down one of the veins on his hand. Weird.

They talk about business for about an hour and a half. They had been talking forever and I was getting a little bored.

I belive the Lucianto had noticed because he kept looking down at me to see how I was doing.