An Angels Murder

~Chapter Twenty-Six~

Marcell let me sit on the front porch. It was snowing, freezing cold but the most beautiful view. Russia was beautiful, there was no doubt about that but I don't know how much longer I can handle staying here.

"Five meters Marcell," I mumbled. He leans on the doorframe before sitting in the chair beside me.

"That's not five meters," I sighed.

"I didn't agree on this five meters bullshit," he mutters. I scoff.

"When you learn to stop kissing me, the five meter rule won't be a rule anymore," I shrugged.

"It's not my fault," I furrow my eyebrows.

"What do you mean it's not your fault?" I questioned. I was ready to hit him.

How isn't it his fault that he kissed me?

"How can it be my fault when you're a fucking Angel-

"Marcell this is exactly why we need the five meter rule-

He stands up and turns to me.

"You're even more beautiful when you're mad," and with that he takes the beanie off his head, smiling slightly.

He comes closer to me, me now staring up at him. He reaches his hand out, pushing my hair behind my ear before putting the beanie on my head.

He adjusts it, nodding at me and leaving.

It has his scent. He smells so good.

I stay sitting out there, watching as the snow begins to pick up. I twirl my hair around my finger before standing up.

I go back inside, closing the door behind me and going in for a shower. I finish up and get dressed into sweats before coming back out.

Because I haven't been taking anything for my leg, the pain has started to resurface. I've ignored it for the time being and have been wearing extra layers. I know I was just sitting outside but I had leggings on, sweats and a blanket.

I grabbed the iPad that Marcell gave to me and put on a random movie. I laid down on the bed before a series of notifications came up.

And then it started to ring. It was a private number and ignored it.

It called back again and I stared at it for a moment.

Do I call Marcell?

I answer it.

"Took you long enough," it was the same creepy voice from last time.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Well, your husband refuses to give you up-

"I'm not interested, leave me alone," I hang up and stand up, walking over to the front door. I peep my head out to see Idris and Azores whispering about something.

"But Marcell said that telling her isn't a good idea. He said to act like everything is fine-

"What are you guys talking about?" I questioned. They quickly turned around, staring at me in slight shock.

"Nothing!" They both said quickly. I scoffed a little. I came out of the doorway and walked over to them.

It was fucking freezing.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me," I stood my ground. My whole body started to shake within a matter of minutes from the cold.

"Donatella it's freezing out here, go back inside," Azores tried to get me back inside but I refused.