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chapter four: Scars and Tattoos

She looked like an Angel without wings in her all white gown and big bouncy curls surrounding her pretty ,pale face. It seemed her bare feet never touched the floor. She just floated like the ethereal creature she was.

Her shiny red lips parted as we locked eyes ,she kept coming toward me, though, and a man ,who wasn't paying attention , knocked the tray of drinks she held her hand. Being a mere foot away from her extended arm, the platter fell on and around me. Liquor spilled on my shirt ,lemon slices and olives on toothpicks were catapulted at me. On impact I closed my eyes and shifted my head but I still wasn't quick enough. If those were gun shots I'd be dead.

She visibly gasped ,handing the wet tray to a random person, then closed the space between us without avoiding the spill.

"Oh my! Are you okay? I'm so sorry !" She spoke in a rush, wrapping her arms around my bicep. I was still dumbfounded, staring down at her without a word.

She's so beautiful to be a boy.

Someone handed her a towel and she ushered me way from everyone to the back of the club. She lead me even further into darkness and into a huge room divided by a velvet red curtain. She sat me down and went to work, running the damp towel over my face and neck.

I didn't feel anything but her intense gaze, as she dragged her eyes all over my skin.

She sighed and frowned slightly. "You need a shirt."

She started unbuttoning mine, I felt my brain kick in ,telling me to stop her. I grabbed her wrist just as she went to yank my shirt sleeve off my shoulder.

I felt her gaze on my face as she slid her hands out my grip.

I didn't stop her this time around as she stripped me of my clothes.

She was silent while she cleaned me. I felt her burning curiosity as she wiped me down, each question she had as the towel ran over my tattoos and scars.

"I can't tell you." I found myself whispering to her. She stood tall over me, placing a hand on her hip and shifting her body to the right.

Her eyes expressed understanding in a way I've never experienced, it shone in their bark brown depths and when she placed the tips of her fingers against a recently healed scar ,I felt passion radiating through my skin.

She shook her head, strands of her hair fell across her eye. My hand tensed to a fist as I fought the urge to flick them away. I wanted to see all of her beautiful face.

I wanted to feel how soft her skin was ,too.

She breathed me in deeply, I fell into her, losing the will to even fight the odd pull I felt.

She kissed under each my eyes. Her heat seeped into me like poison.

"I don't know how anybody can hurt a man with eyelashes like yours."

She already found a way to, though.

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I felt her warmth all around me ,and as I breathed, I took in air permeated with her soft jasmine and mint scent.

"Open up." She murmured. Her body was naked and pressed to mine, she felt like silk against me and she was close ,so close, our hearts were beating as one.

"Open up."

I didn't respond back especially since I didn't understand what she meant by 'open up' .

"Fane, look! "She says louder, still pressed against me. The feel of her vanished but I heard whispers of her calling my name.

Where was she?

"One. . . . One more Fane. Only one more."

"Look, I need one more !"

She screeched.

It became bright, I looked around, blinking to adjust my eyes to the sudden light of the room.

It was just white.

Until I looked up to find my Angel's willowy body nailed to the ceiling. Her eyes were closed, mouth shut tight and her hair was atop her head in a high, messy bun. Blood surrounds the nails that were hammered into her crippled hands ,her shoulders were soaked in it and her ankles were tied. I reached for her ,jerking back as her eyes opened to stare at me.

"Just one more. "

I look away from her and down at my lap. I had a hand full of rusty nails in one hand and a bloody hammer in my other fist. I dropped the weapons and scrambled away from them. They disappeared and instead lay my Angel before me.

"Come on, big man. One more. I know you can do it." Her mouth was moving but not in tune with her words." One more, one more , one more , one more , onemore , onemore , onemore , onemore ONE MORE !"

I found my voice and woke up with a start shouting "no" to a dim , empty hotel room. I was sitting up in the clothes I had on since yesterday.

A coat of sweat covered my forehead ,my breathing was erratic and I couldn't stop my body from trembling the way it was.

"Fane?" Vasil called from the other side of the door. I wiped my face with the back of my hand.

"What? "He opened the door and stepped in, firmly closing it back behind himself.

The old man kneels before me ,his hand on my knee. "It will soon be time to go home."

I nod once.

"We have a month. Days go by quickly." He adds ,now speaking in our native language as if I didn't understand him in English.

I look him in the eyes in this darkness, seeing a reflection of myself, worry and wisdom in their beady blackness.

"Why are you pestering me, old man? "

He sighs that way he does when I'm a brat to him and shakes his head, chuckling deep from his chest ." We have to see the boy. Its now or never. But you haven't been focused since that day at the club, I see that you are after one thing or another . "

I stay silent.

"Ah. . . My young, vengeful friend, we will get those bastards that have murdered Alina and taken our turf and money." He squeezes my knee." Decebel is here. He has bought IDs for us to use around the city."

I thought he knew about my Angel, good thing that's not the case.

I nod again. "Do we travel now? "

"Are our guns cocked? "He asks jokingly , an eyebrow raised and smirk in place. We share a chuckle and stand then make our way out the room.

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Three knocks on the door and an old woman dressed conservatively finally opens it.

Vasil leans against the door-frame ,muttering a casual and quiet hello as I walk into the penthouse apartment.

Everything was made of glass, marble and leather and seemed untouched or new. I take a glance back at Vasil to find him pushing the woman's unmoving body away from the door with his foot so it will close. He meets eyes with me ,nodding in acknowledgment.

"In the backroom ," he says, pointing the way there.

I follow his finger until I meet the glass wall looking over the bright, bustling city of New York.

There are two long halls, each hall leading to a solid sheet of white marble.

"The left, "Vasil instructs.

My feet carry me there and despite what I should be preparing myself for, my mind wonders back to my Angel.