The Devil's Angel

Chapter two

Damian Cross POV

Ever since the new girl started working as our instructor, I have always watched her from the security feeds connected to my smart television, she good and can hold her own pretty well against my boys even though they don't aim to kill, those boys are killing machines, my killing machines, little by little I have grown to enjoy watching her train and instruct the boys on what to do. She pays no attention to Anthony comments, does her work and doesn't ask questions, her fighting skills are impressive and are similar to ours that one may think she is into the whole mafian shit but yet she reeks of purity and innocence that watching her burns my souls, for someone whose 5.10ft tall, I say she pretty tall for a lady but that not all, she got the right curves on the right body, gosh she was carved out from the finest material a woman can ever be made from, her boobs so full that its stand even without been touch, straight legs with perfect muscles, killer abs and a solid ass on a soft body, the perfect lips, wonder what it like to kiss her, hold her, taste her in my mouth, to fuck her....

Fuck I am thinking about a girl that I don't even know her name, mehn am screwed.

Been in the gang make life easy, money, clubbing and women came so easy, especially the women who frequently throw themselves at us. I did all except women, bedding women were never my thing since I embedded myself in work, running a multi billion dollar company as our legal front has it tolls at the same time, our under ground stash are been sold around the world, twenty five most popular five stars hotel around the world are owned by me, three expensive gyms and training ground what else can a man ask for.

Ever since I was little I had always dreamt of when my time with the big boys will come, my father had never hidden this life from us except from my mum who till her dying bed never knew the truth behind our wealth. We all began training at age five and had all work with dad on numerous missions, he was brutal and hardened shown no emotions till the day he gave in to them. At eleven I had to killed my father cuz he was weak and that till today still hunt me, training with world class fighters and swordsmen as been my thing and this was under the tutelage of my mentor Hugo. Life was tough, the drugs, bloodshed, late night and the scars were the lives of the Cross family and the world knew it, it isn't wise to fuck with us.

The Cross family has always made sure to marry from the gang or from our closest Allies to ensure strong bonds and ties and it also ensure that our women can hold their own in time of crisis and can also control the gang in our absence, they are to be our queen but my father Antonio Ramirez Cross after inheriting the gang from his father broke that, he married my mum Amelia scarlet Newton the daughter of a local preacher, breaking one of our most sacred code passed down through generations and that caused him everything. Now am mafian king and the cartels as my family are everything to me, we are the first in the world making us appear every time on the hit list, everyone want to be first, many has tried and many has met their death, I wasn't afraid of death, I have in fact long embraced it and it has done the same to me, been a friend to death has it perk and that is the extend of my ruthlessness, am the devil.

Last week we took a hit from the Gonzales brother aka shadows, a hit done on my boys or my stash was a hit on me, we didn't see it coming though I anticipated the attack and as always I had backups plans for the backup plan for the backup plan lol if u get my meaning, I have always been on my toes, yeah, we lost some men about thirty and approximately three million worth of stash was taken that alone to me was an act of war.

Last night I and my boys paid them a little visit, we levelled them to the ground, no biggies, left no survivor, which is what we do best, that my motto but yet something didn't feel right and still got that shit in my gut telling me shit was about blow and my guts are always right, they saved me countless times and they will continued to do so, I trust the damn thing than my men not that I will ever tell them..

So for the first time I decided to join the boys in their training to burn some steams and think things through. Working through my phone while trying to listen to Marshal talk about a girl that I knew wouldn't last a week, yeah, he is the flirt in the family, my brother and my right hand man always bedding women and killing them afterwards, he as ruthless as I am.

While working and strolling to the training centre with him, I got hit by someone, it at times like this that I love my reflexes, with my arm around this body I notice for the first time how soft the body was, raising my head I got bewitched by the most beautiful set of eyes I have ever seen.
Right there I knew my life was gonna be fucked and fucked hard

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Yea I know the chapter is kinda short but it isn't bad..
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