Loving Poppy (On Hold)

01. "The Angel and the Devil"

01. "The Angel and the Devil"

Alessandro.

His fingers clenched around the the handle of the brief case in anger. His driver Jonathan, was supposed to be here with his car by now. Alessandro checked his golden wrist watch again and his temper flared as the seconds ticked. He hated tardiness.

Alessandro had an important conference with the CEO of a big shot company. But due to 'unfavourable circumstances' the CEO could not show up and the meeting was cancelled. He hated when his time was wasted. Since then Alessandro has been like a ticking time bomb. A single mistake would result in someone being killed.

Naturally everyone stayed at least a feet away from this volcano named Alessandro. They did not want to be the next name on his to-be-killed list. It was not exactly fun to stand on the sidewalk of New York city. He had a reputation to uphold.

He checked his watch again, if he was to stay on this side walk one more minute nothing could stop him from bursting. It was bad enough that people had started to recognise him. If his car doesn't arrive he will be surrounded by paparazzi, and then nothing in this world could save Jonathan, his driver.

Suddenly a series of 'tring tring' sounded from his right. A cycle bell. He turned to look just in time something big crashed into his side's. It didn't hurt that much, since he had endured much more fatal wounds in the past but this person was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He clenched his jaw in anger. The infamous Italian capo's patience was being tested today.

He unhooked his gun from his belt loop, that was well hidden under his coat and aimed at the rider of the god forsaken cycle. Ready to kill whoever decided to ruin whatever was left of his day.

He was a little surprised to see the little creature, a girl, sprawled on the sidewalk trying to get up. Thick, long brown locks keeping her face hidden in a mysterious way. He tucked his gun in his belt and bend down to take a look at the little devil.

Usually he would have not bothered looking at his prey, but he was not in Italy right now. He had come to New York to attend to his legal business, and did not want the media to smell a commoners murder on him. But he knew that was just an excuse, he wanted to see her face.

The girl groaned and lifted her head up and looked at him with a silly expression. He almost stumbled in surprise. He did not expect her to be this beautiful. She was far from a devil. Angel was what she was. The air was knocked out of his lungs as he grasped the beauty of the little angel in front of him.

Dark locks were Framing her small, heart shaped face in the most perfect way imaginable, big hazel eyes shining with innocence, thick lashes brushing her cheeks every time she blinked, a dusty pink colour coated her otherwise pale cheeks making her look impossibly cute. Her glossy pink lips were his undoing, he could kiss them everyday. He was tempted to touch her, feel if her lips tasted as good as they looked.

"Um can you please help me up?" The angelic voice snapped him out of his daydream. Her voice was like the most soothing tune he had ever heard. He looked at the position the girl was in. The cycle was pressed against her left leg, stopping her from any movement.

He gently lifted the pink cycle from her leg and almost cringed at the sight of blood trickling down her leg. It was another unexpected thing, he does not cringe at the sight of blood. He relishes the sight of blood, like a beast. He had seen his enemies bleed to death in front of him and not blink twice. But he wanted to heal her would as soon as possible, not wanting her to loose another drop of her precious blood. He offered her a hand to get up, which she gladly took.