An Angels Murder

~Chapter Twenty-One~

"YOU DIDNT DO YOUR FUCKING JOB," I shouted. The guards in front of me stayed quiet.

So first I have to leave my own house with Donatella because someone came in disguised. And now, even in my own hotel where there is fucking security crawling, my wife isn't safe.

The man was fucking hiding behind the curtain. He fucking came into the room without any hassle.

"I've had enough of this shit. Discipline them and send them away," I muttered to Albert. He nods before I leave him with the guards.

I've decided to stay with Donatella at the warehouse.

1. Because there will always be a guard around. Every corner, hallway, room. There will always be someone keeping watch of her.

2. There is no possible way someone can even get into these walls.

But what I've been noticing is that all these occasions have been targeted towards Donatella, not me.

And now that I think about it, majority of the shipment reports has been coming to me in German. Only one came in English, and that was yesterday.

I sit on my desk before getting out all the documents. I place the one that's in English beside me before sighing.

Why was this one in English and the rest in German?

And for the last week, I've sat with the person who does the port reports. I've seen him type them up in English in front of me.

The last time I watched him type it up and then left. the paper was delivered it was in German.

I placed the paper in front of me, going over it multiple times. I stared at it before realising something.

Each new sentence started with a capital letter, obviously normal but the letters we spelling out something.

C.R.E.E.D  W.I.L.L  D.I.E

I stand up.

What the fuck do they want with Donatella?

I walked all the way upstairs and opened the door to her room. I found her asleep on the bed. 

I sit down on the edge before sighing.

I don't know what's happening to me. I've never felt this way in my entire life. There's something that draws me to her.

Maybe her beauty.

No, it's not only that. I find her personality adorable.

But I'm a dick. I'm trying not to be, I really am. I just find it hard to get close to someone or to adjust with another person around.

I know I can be mean and rude and maybe even a little bit of an asshole, but I am trying.

I look over at her to see her staring at me. When she's caught, she doesn't look away. It looks like she wants to say something. She bites her lip slightly before sitting up.

"Have you ever thought about growing your hair out longer?" She asked suddenly. I furrow my eyebrows. She reaches her hand out, touching my hair.

I can feel my face heat up.

"I think it's nice like this but I think if you grow it out longer it would suit you more. Not saying that I don't like your shorter hair now, but I don't know, I think it would suit you," she rambled on about my hair for at least five minutes.

"I wish my hair had texture like yours. It will be so nice wavy and grown out, especially long enough for me to braid-

"You can braid?" I asked. She nods her head.