"You better run from me, You better hit the road, You better up and leave
Don't get too close..."
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*Angel*
"I need you to find his security bring them in, but keep them secured in the back room." Marcus nods his head, turning to the side to speak into the walkie talkie. My heel taps the floor in loop as a I try to shake off the nervousness of Liam and Mr. Styles talking in one room, and to make it even better about me, it's literally making my eye twitch. The fact that it's being held in my office puts an extra heavyweight on my shoulders , all my personal items are there, classified documents, extra guns, and some methamphetamine.
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It's not mine, another gang - the Lord's Disciples- they gave me a package as a "gift" for becoming business partners.I tried to politely decline, but they insisted it was a peace offering- blah blah blah.
It was weird.
Saving my first impression from Mr.Styles is no good now because of my nonsensical error that could endanger my business. If he's really furious, then that raises the potential of me getting killed by people who basically glorify him as a god, his members, and his associates. I could be a liability in their agreements and they won't hesitate to pull a trigger or possibly do something worse. I'm not afraid of dying, I'm worried about losing an empire I've established with my bare hands. It would be diminished by a posh asshole who wouldn't take a hint about not wanting to be fucking disturbed. It irritates me that we met the way we did, but I'm willing to be the bigger person and apologize for the misleading actions if he would be mature about it as well, it seems that his privilege makes him a bit stupid though.
"...Angel?" Lost in thought, I blink to see Marcus in front of me with furrowed eyebrows, concern lacing his eyes.
"Yeah?" I say in a dazed state, too many ideas and thoughts are still circulating through my head entrancing me in and out of what was happening.
"Is everything alright?" Marcus leans closer to observe my face, his eyes darting back and forth into mine. I let out a stressed sigh cracking my knuckles, another symptom I faced when I'm nervous.
I questioned whether or not to tell Marcus about the issue that was rising upon me with the added consequences. Marcus does know to the extent of who and what I'm dealing with, but there are some parts I keep in the dark. He wouldn't approve of a lot of my decisions because he is very opinionated and feels the need to protect me. I know his intentions are justified to keep me safe, but I can recognize the danger myself. It sucks, but I also love what I do.
