•His Angel•

Chapter 29

(POV switch)

*Luciantos POV*

-Father-

My eyes shoot upen, it was the middle of the night and I heard a door slam. I was going to sit up but Amaras head on my chest and her arm thrown across my bare stomach.

She's a cuddler. I don't mind I guess.

Her reaction was later than mine but she sat up slowly rumbling her not injured eye , "What was that?" She asks panicked but quietly.

I shook my head getting up and grabbing a gun and my phone from my bedside table, "Gio what the fuck was that." My voice was deeper than it was usually from waking up.

"Checking it out right now" He replies seriously, "Shit you should come down here, now." I grunt, "Fine I'll be down" I hang up.

I adjust the waistline of my grey sweatpants, I go to leave them room, "Wait can I come with you?" She ask anxiously messing with her hands.

I didn't know if it was safe for her to go down with me but she looked scared so I wasn't going to leave her by herself.

"Ok" I can't say no to her, she gets up quickly, she was wearing one of my shirts with spandex underneath she preferred that I guess.

She holds my hand from behind me while we walk down the stairs. I held my gun just in case. We entered the main area, I saw who it was in the room, my blood immediately boiled.

It was my father. Who I haven't seen in months, I could smell him well the alcohol right when I entered the room.

I moved Amara behind me knowing she had a thing when it came to guys like him. I also didn't want him to see her.

Gio was in the room wearing Cookie Monster pajama pants and no shirt.

"Could you get him leave, try consoling him?" Gio asks throwing his hands in front of himself frustratedly, "It's 3am" He exclaims angrily.

Marcelo stood there with a huge gun in his hand leant against the doorframe with plaid pajama pants on no shirt.

My father turns around facing me, he was around my height but shorter than me, "Oh tHeRe you aRE." He was drunk out of his fucking head.

"I need that WHORE right now" Who was he talking about, "What the fuck, who?" He scratches his ungroomed chin, "Your mother" I clench my jaw tightening my hold on my gun.

I was so close to just shooting him in his fatass head but I didn't want Amara to have to see that.

"Who the fuck do you are think you are calling her that?" I ask darkly, "I think I'm your damn father, and I'll call her whatever I wa-" He gets cutoff by Gio.

"What happened to your eye?" Amara didn't know Gio noticed, I would loved to keep her unnoticed but there goes that.

I moved out of the way, I only wanted to know if she was okay, "Probably needed to be hit anyway." My father says laughing maniacally.

I turn my head to him slowly punching him in his jaw, he fell onto his back with a yell, "Don't listen don't him he's just a bag of dog shit that likes to talk." Gio reassures Amara looking down at her and patting her back.