Once An Angel

         {°Edited°}
              ::Davina's POV::

      I wake alone in Emmy's bed covered by her small blanket. I take it off and get up, rubbing my eyes. I don't even remember falling asleep. Last night was one of the very firsts, where I felt like I wasn't here against my will. It was as if it was a choice and I was happy with it.
     "What did you find?" Sin asks a tall, buff man, whome I recognize as Marcus. He gives me a small smile once I walk closer and kisses my temple. I'm surprised by the affectionate contact in front of one of his men. What even are we to each other?
    "The branding of the gun led back to two gangs that we are familiar with; the Smith's and the Los Asesinos," Marcus says. I sit down, trying to mind my own business. "As far as I can tell, we don't need to worry about the Los Asesinos, since they're working with us."
   "What about the Los Rebeldes Orgullo?" Sin asks.
    "I even looked into them, they've been off the radar ever since they started working with Xavier," he says. "The cartel doesn't work with public firearm companies anyways, too risky. Someone from the Smith's had to have planted the gun."
    He nods, rubbing his chin. "Okay, thank you." Marcus gives me a short nod before walking away. Sin releases a deep breath, his bright eyes locking with mine. "How'd you sleep?" He asks, forcing a smile.
    "Very well. Are you okay?" I ask. He shrugs, nodding, but his body tense. I stand up from sitting on one of the stools and make my way to him.
    "I'm just a little stressed. Sleeping last night really helped," he says. "Everything with the Smith's is just a lot to process. When my father was in control, he was working with Mr. Peppers for supplies, so they have inside information on us that they can use. Emmy isn't even safe in her own home," he says.
    His chest rises and falls rapidly as he starts breathing faster than what's healthy. I rest my hand on his broad shoulder as he hunches over, trying to catch his breath. Sweat beads his forehead as he coughs. I rub his back, not knowing how to help.
    Eventually, his breathing returns somewhat normal. I grab one of the stools and pull it to where he is for him to sit. He does without hesitation, rubbing his hands down his face.
   "I'm sorry," he says. "I don't know what that was. I apologise." I shake my head.
    "It was a panic attack." His eyes shoot to mine. A sarcastic laugh leaves him.
   "I-I don't get panic attacks. I'm not that stressed," he says. I can by his eyes and posture he's lying.
   "Sin, don't lie. You're obviously over stressed with all of this, which is why you had a panic attack, and which is why you need to take care of yourself. I understand that Emmy could have gotten hurt, but she didn't. I was there when we found the gun, I didn't let her grab it; hell, I don't even think I let her see it long enough to recognize what it was. There is only so much you can do to keep her safe, and you're doing all of that and more. It doesn't seem like it, but she's as safe as she can possibly be."
     "She doesn't deserve this. She should have a normal life. I should have listened to everyone when they told me to give her up," he says, tears brimming his bright eyes. Never in a million years did I expect to see him cry.
    "You love her, don't you?" He nods, his jaw clenching. "You'd do anything to protect her?" Again, he nods. "That's all she needs, Sin. There is no else better fit as a father for her than you are. She brings out the best in you and you make her know she is cared for and loved. She admires you."
    "I'm so sorry," he says, standing up and looking down at me. My brows draw together in confusion. "You should be home, with your brother, going to school still with your friend...what was her name?"
    "Princess."
    "Yes, Princess. Not locked in a house full of mafia members, worrying about your life," he says. "I ruin people's lives, and I'm sorry for adding you to the list of victims." I place my hands on his chest, looking up at him with a soft smile.
    "You haven't ruined it, you've just changed it emencely; opened my eyes to the bad parts of the world. You see yourself as some devil in the making-"
    "There's no more making, I've been made."
    "Even the devil was once an angel."

AN: Oh my gosh, what is this!?!? An update not a month after the last one!?! I'm really feeling this story again and falling back in love with the characters. Please check out my story 3 AM and the Danger and Tattoos series!! Comment, vote, and share! Believe in yourself -Vaeh