𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 | 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

Chapter 13 | Masquerade (2)

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Angel enters the dressing room, worried and scared, as a fuming Valentino appears from behind the door, slamming it shut. He approaches Angel menacingly as he turns around with his hands raised up in defense.

"Val, I didn't know that—" Before Angel can continue, Valentino grunts in annoyance as he smacks the back of his hand hard across the side of Angel's face, giving his right eye a black eye. He stumbles back in pain, holding the side of his face with his hand as he tries to speak again.

"Val, I—"

Angel grunts as Valentino grabs the collar part of his robe and holds him up close to his face, extremely pissed off.

"You really think you can have Lucifer's little bitches fight your battles for you?" He throws Angel back, sending him colliding back against a chair that he anxiously shuffles around. He is visibly scared, gasping and panting out of breath.

"Val, please, I'm sorry... They—"

"You bring them here to protect you? To fuck with me?" He reaches his left arm out to Angel with his hand open to touch and possibly grab his chest fluff as Angel backs himself away in the corner of the room in fear, instinctively grabbing his robe to try and cover his chest.

Red cigar smoke circles around the back Angel's wrists like cuffs, binding them together. Valentino grabs Angel by the neck and forcefully drags him back before slamming and pinning him down to the couch, causing Angel to yell in pain.

"Ow! Val, stop!"

"You think they can get you out of work?"

"No! No, that— that- that's not—" Valentino uses his free hand and runs and touches Angel's chest fluff. Angel's voice wavers. "—what I'm trying to do. I— No-"

Valentino growls and violently throws Angel to the ground, causing him to slide to a stop, gasping and grunting heavily.

"You know neither of them can't do anything."

Valentino manipulates his smoke into a ball before forming it into a chain wrapped around Angel's neck, lifting his head and body up to read his golden contract that's binding him to Valentino signed with his real name, Anthony. "I own you. Or have you forgotten that?"

Angel sniffles and whimpers, looking at the sign contract that he regrets every single day of his life.

"No....."

Valentino vanishes the contract but still holds onto his smoke chain tightly. "When I say "come", you say?"

"Yes, Valentino."

Valentino then leans closer to Angel, putting a hand on his shoulder. "When I say "You are fucking twenty guys before lunch," you say?"

"Yes, Valentino." Angel repeats, his voice breaking with each word.

"When I say 'You better get those fucking CUNTS out of my studio." He shouts, grabbing the collar of Angel's robe as he has a look of terror and fear, caressing the back of his hand against the of Angel's face. "You say?"

"Uh, I..."

Val digs his nails into Angel's face, leaning in closer. His voice becomes much more aggressive. "YOU say?"

"Look, V-Val, they just gets involved in everything. I-I'll tell them to leave. Just don't hurt them please..."

Valentino grabs the collar of Angel's robe again and lifts him up off of the ground. Angel gasps and grunts. "I have killed bitches for less than this attitude you're giving me. You're lucky you make me money!"