His Angel

Chapter 11

*Cancer stick and coffin nail means cigarette. Puff, drag and hit means smoking the cigarette. Uncle Sam means US government. Just in case ;)*

"I didn't know you smoke," I said to Luca. One of his hand was on the steering wheel of his black matte bmw. I wasn't sure I wanted to find out the reason for its particular colour. It was intimidating, daunting even, making me feel even more nervous. I didn't have a clue where we were heading and he wouldn't tell.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, my Angel," he chuckled sarcastically. He lifted his hand which lightly clasped a cigarette between his fingers. Then, he coolly dragged on the cancer stick upon touching his lips. The acrid odour of the smoke enveloped throughout the exterior of the car. I'm sure the foul smell would linger on my clothes albeit unpleasant and unwanted.

"That's true but now you know a few things about me."

"Do you honestly think I would use what you said against you?" Luca asked visibly clenching his teeth from the way his jaw twitched.

"You're capable of anything. I wouldn't put it beneath you."

"You think so low of me. Maybe I just wanted to get to know you better," he said with a dejected tone.

"Don't," I said in response. "I just don't want you to further confuse me. I want to always remember you're the bad guy. It's safer that way." I regretted the confession as soon as it came out. I didn't think. Stupid.

"I know you told me more than what you told others. You exposed a glimpse of your soul in that kitchen. I would never use that against you," he spoken with assertion. Every word was followed by a cloud of smoke.

"Luca. Please." There was a bite in the way I called his name.

"Fine." He puffed on the cigarette aggressively this time. Then, released the smoke through his nostrils. It made him look like the devil himself in a black suit and black shirt. "I have to warn you. Where I'm taking you will reveal a small part of the lifestyle I happen to be involved. Once you know, you become part of it too. You have until the ride there to back off. You should have taken Betty as a role model. She never asked questions. She blissfully live in her ignorance"

"Part of it?! I'm not part of any law violation you do."

"Of course you are. Guilty by association."

"That's ridiculous."

"You want to shut up that voice in your head? The one saying you should have done something to stop the death of that man? How about the curiosity that's itching to be scratch?" He took his eyes off the road, quickly glancing my way with narrowed eyes. "These kinds of information, my Angel, it comes with a price." I gulped the saliva that gathered in my mouth. I was starting to grasp the gravity of Luca's 'business'. I'm thinking I had bitten more than I could chew. Nevertheless, it resonated with me what he said about Betty. I didn't want to blissfully live in my own ignorance. I needed to know.

"See, I got this theory," he continued. "You think you can bring justice to this bastard if you only knew more. You know how I know?" Another hit on his coffin nail. "Because you're naive and innocent. Those two together are dangerous. You can stay innocent. But naive?" A smug look took over his face before he spoken his next words. "I'm going to kill that thing with a bullet to the head, quick and painless. And if it survive, it's not going to be without its share of damage." I watched as a ghastly amount of smoke came out of his O shape lips. It was like his mouth was a chimney with a burning hearth. If only it warmed the bone chilling goosebumps that travelled down my spine. I peered my head out the open window. It was silent for the rest of the ride.

We arrived at a warehouse near a shipping dock. Luca opened my door for me before I finished unbuckling my seatbelt. I stepped out of the vehicle as another black car pulled over. The passengers were men in black suit and thin black tie, including Abele.

"You ready? Last chance," Luca said. I took a deep breath. I needed to know.

"Yes." He bobbed his head in understanding.

"Miss Contreras," Abele greeted with a nod. I returned the favour but quickly looked away. The man's wide empty eyes flashed before me. Then, Luca grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the warehouse's entrance. He kept his hand on the small of my back the whole walk through. The entourage of men in black followed.

"You're here to observe. Don't talk and try to keep your reactions to yourself," Luca ordered, leaning into me. The size of the warehouse was colossal. It could compete with an indoor professional basketball court. When I looked up, I could have sworn the ceiling was as high as the sky. We walked past tall stack of crates, organized neatly in rows. From a distance, I could hear cries of a man in pain. It was clear to see that was our destination. A turned to the right, showed a small group of people surrounding a beaten man on the floor. I told myself I was prepared for the worst but the sharp intake of breath still past my lips.

"He still wired?" Abele asked a tall Asian woman.

"No. I reassure you everything is clear."

"Good. Alvino got his shipment?" Luca asked this time.

"It's on its way. What do you want to do with this?" She pointed her chin to the beaten man. Luca squatted on the floor. He took hold of the man's face. It was covered in blood and bruises. His swollen eyes could barely look Luca in the eye.

"Jack was it?" Luca asked. Jack groaned from his battered bleeding lips, probably unable to form a word due to the pain. "Kim. Abele told me already but I want to hear from you." Luca briefly looked in my direction. It was subtle but palpable to see it was meant for my ears not his.

"Jack charged a business associate fifty percent more than original price," the Asian woman spoke. "Thought he could pocket the extra profit. He already made a deal with Uncle Sam's little minions. They offered him a deal he couldn't resist. So, he didn't think it was gonna bite him back in the ass."

"Jack. How do I say this?" Luca scratch his 5 o'clock shadow. "You've been a greedy little bitch not to mention a rat. Unfortunately, that's bad business so you have to go." Luca pulled a black gun from underneath his suit. He held the gun to Jack's temple, stared at me and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered all over the place. The loud gunshot echoed as well as my horrified scream. Then, he instantly got up and stride my way. When he reached me, his hand took hold of my nape and brought our face close. A silent demand to have my widen eyes looking right at his.

"That man was a rat just like Jack. They were the reason I was gone for days and couldn't come home till late at night. Now you know." His expression was stoic and every word was pronounced with eerie smoothness. This is Luca, his true form. A dangerous businessman and a deadly killer.

A/N: Ah! I have no idea how it got to this. Lol. The linked song is so Luca. You should check it out :)