•His Angel•

Chapter 21

(Extra long since I was gone for awhile now read:))

-Birthday-

*Anaras POV*

I sit up sharply, breathing heavily and looking around the dark room to see if what I just dreamt of was real.

There's no way.... that I just dreamed about that  Lucianto unlocks his hands from behind him sitting up and looking at me with a confused expression on his face.

His hair rests messily some strands of hair cover his eyebrows. I can't handle this all right now. God have mercy on me.

"What" He asks with a tired deep voice, "What" I say quickly before he had even finished say what. Okay there's no was that wasn't suspicious.

"You said my name a couple of times why?" He asks sighing and flipping himself over on his stomach.

He places his hands under his pillow his head facing my direction. I lay back down slowly not looking him in the eye.

His torso rests on the bed, I can see his eight pack from the side and the white sheets only make him look more tan than he already is.

I face him and pick at the sheets, "I-I actually think you're hearing things. You must be reallly tired." I purse my lips and nod.

He readjusts his head on the pillow and sighs, "Well I am it's 2am did you hear a noise or
Something" He grumbles.

"No" I answer truthfully, I yawn trying to show him that tired, "I'm going back to sleep." I say apologetically.

I flip myself over on my stomach pulling the blankets closer to me.

His perfectly thick sharply shaped eyebrows lower themselves tiredly. I shiver mostly from his cold gaze and it is in fact flipping freezing in here.

"Your always clold" He mumbles lazily throwing his arm over my back. My eyes widen. Is he sleep drunk?

He has got to be.

"I-" His tired voice inerupts me, "Well do you want to be cold or not." Well not really. I shake my head no.

He wraps his arm around my waist pulling me into him. He hugs me to his chest most of my body on his. Well I could get used to this.

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"SUCK MY DICK YOU FUCKER." Gio yells out to Ricardo as he shoots him in the chest. I'm not very aware of what game that they are playing.

It sure has a tendency to make them curse and yell for sure, "Fuck off" Angelo says to Marcelo, he stabs him with a knife.

In the game obviously.

We had all been down here for about an hour or two. I was just watching them all play their game it is quite entertaining.

What makes them so amped up? I don't know.

I sat cross cross on the couch picking lint off of my leggings, flipping stupid lint has a way to ruin everything.

And the fact that they are black leggings doesn't really help my cause either.

My mind tunes out all of the noise in the background and I begin to think about our plans for today.

Lucianto told me he had to go somewhere for business. I'm not sure what for specifically and he hadn't told me what time he might be back.