Angel's Intrigue

Prologue

      I am rarely bothered by the people who want to employ me at this point in my job. And when I am, it meant one of two things; one, they didn't think I could get the job done and wanted reassurance, which was usually given by my boss. Or two, there was something I didn't know about going on. I don't like being kept in the dark, not that it happened often. There wasn't much I didn't know.

      Which is why, before I even got into the car to go see this client, I made him tell me what was going on. When he continued to insist that they just wanted reassurance, that they weren't sure I could get the job done. I laughed in his face, a show of disrespect.

      His oily had grabbed my neck, in an attempt to frighten me no doubt. "You will respect me!"

     My face supported a lazy smile, "Harder daddy." I faked a moan, eyes and head rolling back as my eyelids fluttered closed. He hated when I joked this way, he said it gave the people, the guards in particular, the wrong idea.

     He took a deep breath through his nose and released my neck. I tilted my body foreword, weight on my tippy-toes as I whispered in his right ear, "If you were going to kill me you would have went for your gun."

     His jaw clenched and his eyelid fluttered with a tick. I grinned his way, blowing a quick kiss as I repeated my question. Again, leaning in close, "I could pout or maybe make a scene. I am sure your guards would like it. Just look at them now, already turned on by our display." I hummed a moan into his ear, he stumbled back in surprise, eyes shooting around to every guard's crotch, to see which one he would demote or fire. I giggled, causing him to glare at me when he realized what I had done.

     "We are thinking about crating an alliance." He huffed out.

      This time it was me who grew a tick, my jaw clenched and unclenched in anger. Antonio knew I hate the thought of alliances, because someone always got screwed over in the end. Two leaders, trying to come to a compromise, both in it for their own needs, their own wants. I forced a smile and waved the guards off, they didn't wait for confirmation from their boss, they just turned and walked away. "What do you have that they want." I demand, his face gives away his annoyance. "Don't give me that look, I will be loyal and respectful to you. You know that, but you also know that I have rules. So, I ask again, what does the big bad french mafia want that you have?" I leave out the part where I tell him that even though he has sky-rocketed up the food chain in the mafia world, over the four years I have been with him, he is still to small of a gang for the french mafia to consider a true alliance of power. He has to have something they want. My mind searched to come up with a plausible answer.

      He looks at me for a moment before answering me, "You." Is all he says.

     "Me?" I laugh, "they want me?" Before I can ask him why he isn't just doubling the normal fee, my mind has already given me the answer, "You asked for the alliance." A jerk of his head tells me I am right. "What do they have that you want?"

      "With this alliance I get more money and more power than I could ever demand in a deal. And you still get your complete fee-" He tries to sell me on the idea of an alliance.

      For the second time today I disrespected him by cutting him off, "I want the motorcycle." He shakes his head like a disappointed father but agrees nonetheless. "And I'm moving out, getting my own place." Antonio immediately starts to deny my second request when I sweetly remind him that this alliance is depending on me. He begrudgingly agrees.

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      I was dying of boredom. This man's office was too ordinary. Other than, of coarse, every single picture in his office was of him. There were nine pictures in total, and the only one that had a hint of another person in it was one hidden away on the empty bookshelf across the room. Narcissism at its best. The picture was still of him, but there was a tattooed hand in the corner. A unique tattoo, a tiny, snake twirled around a stem-less rose, in-between the skin of thumb and pointer finger.