Beautiful Anger (Mafia Yandere x F!Reader)

Chapter Four- You

"It's not fair! You always win." Quinton groans as he gets up from the ground. I pull back the leg that tripped him before helping him up.

"I'm older so I've had more time to work with Xander, I'm sure you'll be able to beat me soon." I tell him reassuringly. He wipes the sweat off his forehead before putting on his boxing gloves.

"It's just irritating because dad gives me hell for the fact that you have be down in seconds." He confesses as he hits the punching bag. "Does he ever make fun of you for your fighting?"

"He makes fun of how I kick. He tells me every time that he's shocked when I take you down with it because it looks puny as hell apparently."

"Actually?"

"Yeah, well he used to. He stopped doing it after I snapped back that Xander told me I look just like him when I fight, especially when kicking." I grab my water and flip the cap open.

"Really? That's all you said?" He asks giving me a disbelieving look.

"I may have also told him that he's too bald to have an opinion like that...." I say after taking a swig of my water.

"That's more like it." He laughs. "I love that no one is safe from being humbled by you."

"That includes you, weak ass bitch." I flash him a smile before leaving the room.

I zip my jacket to cover up my sports bra as I walk into the kitchen. I smile and hop up on the counter next to Angel who is making tea.

"Hey Angel!"

"Hello sugar! How are you this morning?" He smiles softly as adjusts his SpongeBob tie. He combs his graying hair back with his fingers before placing his hands behind his back.

"It's been okay, how has yours been?"

"It's been rather swell. I woke up just in time to see the sun rise. It was glorious!" I don't know how Angel is always in a good mood but he is. It just adds to his elderly charm.

"Where's Knox? I'm surprised he isn't out here seeing as he's always attached to your hip."

"He's making a phone call. I don't know who it's to or what it's about I just know that it's important. We better not disturb him." Angels pulls the screeching kettle off the stove as he talks.

I nod my head with a small hum of agreement.

"I like your tie. Is that one also from your granddaughter?" I ask, changing the topic.

"Mhm. My little Annabel loves getting me ties, just like her grandmother. She's even named after her grandmother."

"Really?"

"Yep. My wife's name is Clara and Annabel's middle name is Clara."

"That's nice. Your wife must be very happy about that."

"She was." He pours the tea into two mugs, one for my dad and one for my mom.

"Was?"

"She died some years ago. She had been sick for a while and knew she was dying so we made a point of having a date every Friday. One Friday I put on her favorite song and we slow danced together, oh how my Clara loved to dance. She died in my arms with her rested on my shoulder."

"I'm so sorry, Angel."

"It's quite alright. She died happy so I can't be upset, she spent her last moments on Earth doing what she loved. That's actually how we met, you know? I was dragged to a party by my best friend at the time so I could be his wingman. I expected to hate the party but my mood changed immediately when I saw the most beautiful woman in the world dancing like no one was watching." He sways to an imagery beat as he speaks."