Sneak Peak: Angelo

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So here is a sneak peak for book 3! I should have the first chapter out within the next week. I would also like to point out that my first book LUCI has been deleted off of Wattpad and I really have no idea why. I am trying to sort it out but I am really pissed off about it. If Wattpad can't get it back then I will have to rewrite it and that's not something I particullary want to do. I should have saved it on somewhere else I know but I didn't think my book would mysteriously go missing!

Anyways, I hope you enjoying this little preview:


"S..s.shot someone?" I fumble over my words in fear. If this guy is telling the truth then I need to call the cops!

"Oh shit" he almost instantly seems sober again when he realises his words. Just as I'm about to pick up the phone, another handsome well dressed man burst through the bar doors. I sigh with relief that someone else is here. I'm not alone in the situation anymore. "ELI! MY PERSON" Mr green eyes shouts with his arms flailing around in the air.

"I'm so sorry. He's never been this drunk before" the other man, who I guess is Eli, apologises as he goes to help his green eyed friend up.

"Baby, I said some stuff I wasn't supposed too! I broke omertà" he sobs into Eli's shoulder. Eli instantly tenses before asking if he's serious.

"Your father won't shoot you but your mother might" Eli groans. "Thank you for helping him" he shouts at me before dragging his very drunk person out of the bar.

I finally begin to close the bar as the guys words ring through my head, I broke omertà. What does that even mean?

After I've cleaned everything down, I decide look it up on my phone. The words I read over make me a little Shakey. Silence, mafia, illegal activities. The list goes on. None of it seemed good though.

I decide to shake it out of my head, I'll never see them again, it's none of my business. I grab my bag and keys before heading towards the door. Once outside I lock up the bar. It's always an eerie feeling when you're in this area at this time of night. Somehow, tonight feels worse. The air feels thicker, more tense, sinister almost.

It's when I feel something, or should I say someone, press up behind me I realise why the air didn't feel right.

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