•His Angel•

Chapter 23

-Frustrated-

☽Luciantos POV☾

"I will give you all you want if you give me Amara back." I stare at him with anger, "What the fuck do you mean give her back you gave her to me." He has got something wrong with him is he sick in the head.

"What do you need her for" I scowl at him as I cross my arms leaning back in the chair, "Classifed" He states. I don't like the fact he wants her for something and that I don't know what it is.

"You should know that that's not going to happen." Gio says throwing up a glass trying to catch it but he misses.

It shatters on the floor, he pulls his hands behind his back looking away. Dumbass.

"Well like it or not I'm going to need her back." He says with a cocky smirk. I stand up suddenly and slam my fist down on the table, "Who the fuck do you think your talking to?" Thinking about her being taken riled me up for some reason.

"I know about the stuff you did to her so why would I give her back to you." His smile fades quickly, he uncomfortably shifts around and scoffs.

"Did what? W-what did I do" He's a shit liar, "You know exactly what the hell im talking about." I don't have time for this.

I pull out my gun "Give me the fucking hard drive and files." I demand, his eyes widen in fear, he immidiently opens the drawer and throws some files onto the desk.

"Thumb drive" He throws that on the desk also. Fucking pussy that was too simple. How is he even apart of this mafia or whatever this is.

There was nothing else that needed to be done so we left. I walked outside my eyes adjusting to the brightness of the sun.

I was mad at the fact that he wanted Amara he wanted her and he wasn't going to get her.

We all climbed into the car. My jaw was clenched with my hands balled into fists, "Are you mad at the seat?" Angelo asks finishing off his bottle of water throwing it at Antonio.

"I wouldn't be surprised" Antonio adds, he quickly glances at me and pulls out his phone. I ignore them for the rest of the drive.

My mind drifts off to the night of my birthday. I really can't wrap my mind around the fact that Amara had waited for me.

No one had ever cared about my birthday that much.

And when I hugged her I felt like I was on a different planet it made my heart fucking skyrocketed. I find it embarrassing that I got that excited just by hugging her.

Fuck I can't like her I can't let a person like her like me. She's too pure and beautiful and kind she's too gentle and I wouldn't want to break her.

I'm not scared of liking her I'm just worried about messing it up or something.

But it's when I think about someone else wanting to be with her or thinking about her in the wrong way makes me want to burn them alive and beat the shit out of them.

I felt guilt consume me slowly, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did when I saw that mark on her arm and hand but I was blinded by my own anger.