Little Angel

Chapter:35

Vivian Flammery.
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The city throbbed outside with a relentless symphony of horns and sirens, but inside the car, a different kind of music played. It was the soft hum of contentment, the low murmur of a happy heart.

I found myself lost in contemplation. The city below was a tapestry of vibrant hues and bustling activity, but my thoughts were centered on the man who awaited me.

The man who held my heart, my soul, and a place of both power and danger in this unforgiving world.

The leather interior of the Mercedes hummed with a quiet luxury that didn't quite match the turmoil in my heart.

My fingers, tracing the leather of the seat, my mind lost in the labyrinth of our shared days.

After that passionate night, we became more closer than before, if that was possible, and he became more loving and sweet with every passing day, and I know deep down I am falling harder and harder with every day, with every word, and with every look.

I can't even imagine how I will handle the day if he ever decides to leave me, and it will be not just him and me but also Hannah and Daisy.

He was a whirlwind, a man of contradictions, a hurricane of charisma and danger. The world knew him as Gabriel Armstrong, the CEO of a thriving tech company, a man who built empires with lines of code and boardroom deals. But I knew the other side. I knew the man who, late at night, shed the polished armor of his public persona and revealed the raw, vulnerable heart of a man who loved fiercely and fiercely guarded his own.

For the world, he is ruthless and cruel, but he shows me his gentle side and shows me the love he has for me. Not to forget, he is unstable when it comes to our sexual lives; he is a passionate lover in bed but also very demanding and controlling. There is not a single night or even morning where he didn't make love to me, and I am loving every minute of it.

He commanded respect and fear from all who crossed his path. Yet, to me, he was simply the man I loved.

He was also, in a way, a man of two worlds. A world of boardrooms and billion-dollar contracts, and another, darker world hidden beneath the veneer of respectability. A world made of whispers and shadows, of silent deals and coded threats. He was the Don, the Capo, the leader of a family that ran deeper than blood, but lately, even his iron will seemed to be faltering. The lines on his face, usually etched with quiet determination, were deeper and more prominent. His eyes, normally brimming with sharp intelligence, held a weariness that tugged at my heart. The hours he spent in his office, poring over contracts and strategizing, seemed to be taking their toll.

Gabriel had been consumed by his work lately, his empire demanding his undivided attention. I longed to create a moment of respite for him, a sanctuary where he could shed the weight of his responsibilities and simply be.

Gabriel wasn't just the head of the Armstrong family, a name whispered with a mix of fear and reverence in the underbelly of the city. He was also the CEO of Armstrong Enterprises, a sprawling conglomerate that touched every facet of the city's economy. He was a man who could command respect with a mere glance-a man who moved through life with unyielding confidence.

But I saw him-not just the ruthless businessman or the feared capo. I saw the man who, in the quiet moments, would laugh at my silly jokes, love Hannah and Daisy to the death, and have a pink theme tea party with them; who would hold my hand with unwavering tenderness; who would listen to my dreams without judgment or cynicism.

"Ms. Flammery, we will be to the office shortly." Marcus voice brought me back to earth. Our eyes connected through the rearview mirror before he looked back toward the road.