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Chapter 2. Steroids Are Illegal

“Hi, mami. Did you miss me?” Angel asked sarcastically as he lowered his sunglasses. All of his clothes were as black as his hair. He wore a trench coat, t-shirt, jeans, and boots. The t-shirt he wore clung to his muscular chest.

“Um,” I breathed. What is he doing here? Is this a dream? I bit down hard on my bottom lip. Oh, god, it is real. I stumbled back slightly. I looked back to see Zayden and Brad’s confused faces.

Angel’s eyes locked with Zayden’s, then flickered to mine. Angel took in my outfit. “I guess not,” Angel said and chuckled.

Cecilia knew who he was. Concern filled her features.

“What are you doing here?” I murmured.

“We need to talk...” he trailed off and eyed the others behind me. “Privately, of course.”

“You know what? I actually have plans, sorry,” I said. I crossed my arms over my chest.

His eyes swept over my body.

I suddenly felt as if I weighed five hundred pounds under his gaze. All of my muscles became rigid.

“Right, sorry about your plans, but that isn’t happening,” Angel said. “Come with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I snapped.

“Man, why don’t you get lost? She doesn’t want to talk to you,” Zayden growled. Zayden took a step forward.

Angel’s head snapped up, and his eyes locked with Zayden’s. Angel’s eyes became murderous. A low growl built up in his chest.

Oh, shit.

Angel reached out and grabbed me. He spun me around, so my back was against his chest. He wrapped his arm tightly around my waist.

My eyes widened, and the air escaped my lungs. I gripped tightly onto his hand, which was on my waist. I tried to force it away, but it was no use.

Zayden, Brad, and Cecilia started to move toward me quickly, but they stopped.

Angel kept a hold of me around the waist as he raised a gun at them.

I looked up at him in shock. “Angel!” I gasped. “What the hell are you doing?!” I looked back to my friends, and all their faces were horror-struck.

“I don’t have time to deal with your shit today, mami,” Angel sneered. He took a step back.

The other three had their hands in the air as if in surrender.

“Look, I’m not going to hurt her. I would never hurt her. However, I could care less about what happens to any one of you. The first one of you to get brave and follow us is going to be eating a fucking bullet for supper,” Angel growled at them.

My lips parted in shock. Oh, hell. He is crazier than I remember.

Zayden took a step forward.

“Zayden, don’t!” I shrieked. I knew that Angel meant what he said to them. Angel has killed people before.

“Listen, man. Whatever this is about, I’m sure it can be resolved without a gun, okay?” Zayden spoke calmly as he took another step toward us and raised out his hand.

The gun went off.

Zayden dropped to the floor and hissed in pain.

“Oh my god, Angel!” I started to scold him.

Angel put the gun back in his coat and spun around. He pulled me down the hallway. He kept a tight hold around my waist.

I could hear Cecilia and Brad asking Zayden if he was okay. Their voices faded the further we got down the hallway.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Mia. Act normal. We’re happy,” Angel growled.

“You are a fucking lunatic!” I hissed under my breath. “You killed him!”

“I didn’t kill your little boyfriend, Mia. I shot him in the arm. It isn’t my fault that he is a pussy,” Angel said and chuckled.

My lips parted in shock. “You asshole!” I spat.

Other kids were catching onto our argument and looked at me concerned. Of course, as intimidating as Angel looked, anyone would be concerned.

“You know, talking doesn’t usually involve kidnapping. Do you really think my friends aren’t going to call the cops?” I asked.

“Nope, because you are going to call your little friend and tell her you’re okay.”

“Other people heard that gunshot, Angel!”

We turned down another corridor. He let go of me.

I spun around and balled my fist up. I swung at him, but he caught my fist in his hand and pulled me against him.

His chest was rising and falling in anger. “We don’t have time for this shit!” He growled. Angel looked past me, and his eyes widened. “Fuck!”

I spun around. Halfway down the hall was a man all in black with a gun pointed at us.

“Oh, god,” I breathed.

“Run!” Angel growled. He grabbed me around the waist and spun us the other direction as the gun went off. “Fuck,” Angel hissed. “Go, Mia!” He shouted.

Other kids started to run in different directions. We pushed our way through the crowd back up the hallway we had come down.

“Is there a way up to the roof?” Angel asked me.

“Um, yes, but it is padlocked,” I said breathlessly.

We turned down another corner, and there was another man at the end.

“Angel!” I screamed.

Angel grabbed me around the waist, and our steps faltered. Angel spun us sideways. Angel raised his gun and fired a shot at the man.

The man dropped to the ground.

“Keep going, mami,” Angel growled.

I dashed down the hallway running for the stairs that led up to the next floor up. I looked back at Angel as we dashed up the stairs.

Angel had his phone to his ear. “Meet us up on the roof. They’re here,” he growled and hung up the phone.

We ran up the stairs. A gunshot went off. I looked over the railing to see a man pointing a gun.

“Faster, Mia!” Angel shouted.

We ran down the next hallway, shoving past other people. We made it to the flight of steps that would take us to the roof.

When we stopped at the door, we could hear the footsteps of the man that wasn’t far behind us.

“Stand back,” Angel said.

I spun my body away from the door.

Angel charged at the door and kicked it open with his foot.

I gasped in surprise when the door flew open.

“Come on,” Angel growled. He grabbed my hand, and we ran across the rooftop.

In the center of the rooftop was a big helicopter. Wow, is that his?

Another gunshot went off.

I turned back to look.

Angel was turned around with his gun raised. He fired a shot at the man that was shooting at us.

The man fell to the ground.

Angel opened up the door of the helicopter.

My hair blew around my face from the wind of the helicopter blades.

Angel grabbed me and lifted me inside. Angel crawled in after me. I fell back against the seat breathless.

“Go,” Angel demanded.

It was two of Angel’s driver’s. I had no idea that Martin and Rob could fly.

The helicopter rose high above the school. I peered out the window that Angel was sitting next to. There was an ambulance on the street. Cecilia and Brad were standing beside it. They looked up at us as we flew above them.

Other people were looking up at the helicopter and pointing at it.

I wasn’t sure if Cecilia and Brad could see me or not. I leaned back and looked at Angel. “What the fuck did you drag me into this time?” I asked. I punched him as hard as I could in the arm.

Angel blocked the hit. “I didn’t bring you into anything. I was lucky to get to you in time. This is your father’s doing!”


“The Mexican Mafia found you guys!” Angel spat.

“Where are my parents?” I asked.

Angel’s expression went cold, but he didn’t speak.

“Where are they, Angel?” I murmured.

He ignored my question.

“Are we going to go get my mom and dad?”

“No,” he said.

“We can’t just leave them!” I shouted. Tears built in my eyes.

“Mia...” Angel trailed off, and his gaze locked with mine. His eyes were full of remorse.

“Where are my parents, Angel?!” I shrieked, but I somehow already knew the answer.

“Mia, I’m sorry. I tried to get to them in time. I went to them first. When I found them... I knew that I had to find you,” he murmured. He swallowed hard and looked at me. “Your parents are dead, Mia. I’m so sorry,” he said softly.

“No. No, I don’t believe you! Liar!” I screamed. I broke free of his hold and began to slap him.

He blocked my hits. “That’s enough! I’m not lying to you. I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, Mia, but they’re gone. You don’t want to see it.” His eyes were filled with sorrow. “Just sit the fuck down.”

I slowly sank down into my seat. There was no way I was getting out of this helicopter. There was no way to get away from him. I knew how to fight pretty well, but Angel was stronger and faster than I was. Not to mention he was twice my size. Silent sobs built in my chest as I let the news about my parents sink in.

“Spare your friends,” Angel said as he handed me his phone.

I sighed and dialed Cecilia’s number, which I knew by heart. The phone rang as I played with my hair absentmindedly. I was trying to think about anything but my parents.

“Hello?” Cecilia answered breathlessly.

“Cecilia,” I croaked.

“Oh my god, Mia! Are you okay?” Cecilia asked.

“Let me talk to her,” I heard Zayden say in the background.

“Listen to me. I’m okay. I don’t want you guys to worry. Angel won’t hurt me.”

“How am I to know that, Mia? He’s crazy! He shot Zayden!” Cecilia shouted.

“Angel warned all of you not to move,” I said defensively. I wasn’t sure why I was defending Angel. “Is Zayden okay?”

“The bullet grazed his arm; he’s okay.”

“Look, I have to go away for a while. I can’t explain, but I don’t have a choice. Angel means well,” I muttered and rolled my eyes.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“Look, I’ll call you. Just... don’t call the cops. Okay? If they show up, you don’t know anything.”

“If you say so,” she murmured.

“I do. Bye.”

“Bye,” she said worriedly.

I hung the phone up and sat it down. I looked up at Angel. My heart raced at the sight of his face. I never thought I would see him again. In a strange sense, I was happy to see him, but part of me wanted to get away from him.

“How did you know where to find me? How did you even know they were coming?” I asked suspiciously.

“Your father called me. He said he was pretty sure someone was watching them. He asked me to come to be on the safe side, in case something happened. He gave me their address and yours,” he explained. Angel’s gaze fell from my eyes to my chest. He lowered his hand and caught a piece of silver around my neck. He pulled the piece of jewelry out from under my shirt to examine it.

My eyes locked with his. It was the necklace he gave me. I never took it off. I swallowed hard. I looked down at the necklace and back to him.

“I could have found you with this, too,” he said. He twirled it between his fingers. He let it drop, and his gaze met mine.

“W-what?” I stuttered. I grabbed the necklace and looked down at it, then back to him.

“I put a tracking device in it as a precaution. Though, I never dreamed you would still have it,” Angel said softly.

“You put a tracking device in my necklace?” I asked dumbfounded. I didn’t know whether to marvel at him or be creeped out.

“Precaution, like I said,” he said and shrugged. “Hi, Angel Garcia, paranoid son of a bitch.” He waved.

“You’re crazy,” I muttered.

“Which is why you’re still alive, mami,” he said.

There was no way I could argue that. I turned and stared out the window as it grew darker.


The helicopter flew over the treetops. The mansion appeared below. It was dark, but the lights of the large house had the yard lit up. The helicopter lowered between the big water fountain and the house.

Angel opened up the big helicopter door and jumped out. He turned back and outstretched his hand.

I stared at it for a moment before I sighed and took it.

He pulled me toward the stairs that led up to the double doors. I never thought I would be back at this house. It seemed like another lifetime.

Angel gestured for me to go first. It wasn’t out of politeness. It was more out of paranoia of me running, and he wasn’t wrong to think so.

I stomped into the house and stopped in the foyer with my arms crossed over my chest. “What do you want me to do?”

“Go to my bedroom. I’ll be up shortly,” Angel said.

“I’m not sleeping in your room,” I growled.

“Oh, but you are until I trust you enough not to try to be stupid and escape,” he said sharply.

“Great,” I muttered. I stomped up the stairs. I could hear Angel’s laughter at my temper.

I threw his door open and stopped. This isn’t his bedroom.

“Holy shit, Mia?”

I spun around to face Jesse. Jesse was Angel’s best friend. His eyes were wide with shock.

“Jesse,” I murmured.

Jesse narrowed his eyes. His eyes were cold, and his body seemed to go rigid. “Where is Angel?”

“Downstairs,” I murmured.

“Um, that’s my room now,” Jesse said. Jesse spun me around to face the end of the hall. “His bedroom is at the end where Aria and Ace’s room was.”

“Thanks,” I muttered.

Jesse didn’t answer, and he headed downstairs quickly.

I stared after him until he disappeared. I wonder what is with him. I sighed and stalked off down the hallway. I threw open the double doors.

I thought for sure there was no possible way that a bedroom could be bigger than Angel’s old bedroom. I was wrong. This bedroom was twice the size of his old room. You could have fit my parents’ entire house in this room.

“Wow,” I muttered and shook my head. I sauntered over to the bed and sat down. I felt like a prisoner. I sat there, trying to remember to breathe. I didn’t want to break down.

After what seemed like a long time, Angel walked into the bedroom. Angel spun around and closed both doors, then turned to face me.

“You know you could have at least let me pack my things,” I muttered and rolled my eyes.

“I will have someone go out tomorrow and buy you some clothes. If you want to, you can make a list,” Angel muttered.

“Can’t I just go shopping for myself?”

“No,” he said. “You’re not leaving this mansion until I figure out a way to deal with the Mexican Mafia.”

“Why don’t you just like pay them a ransom to leave me the hell alone?” I suggested.

“I prefer to kill them,” he said coldly. He stalked off to his closet.

He was different, somehow. He wasn’t the same guy I remembered. Angel used to be a sweet, fun, loving guy. He seemed more emotionless and rude. He was taller and more muscular.

When Angel came out of the closet, he was in just shorts. He threw a shirt at me, which hit me in the face.

My lips parted as I stared at his upper torso. His abs were more defined, and his biceps were the size of my thighs. He had several tattoos, including a scorpion on his neck.

“Are you done staring?” Angel arched a brow.

“You do know that steroids are illegal, right?” My lips pursed.

Angel snorted. “I work, Mia, a lot. I’m just fit. I don’t do drugs.”

I sighed and stood up. “Sure,” I muttered as I headed for the bathroom.

Angel’s shirt was long enough that it came down mid-thigh on me. I opened the door, and Angel was standing there.

“What?” I asked.

His gaze swept over my body, which was half bare. The way he was looking at me made my body tremble slightly. His gaze flickered back to mine.

“I need your help,” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

He turned around, wordlessly.

My eyes swept across his muscular back. I gasped in shock. Blood was dripping down his waist. I leaned around him to get a better look.

The bullet that was meant for me earlier hit Angel. It grazed him.

“Need me to stitch it?”

“It would be nice,” Angel said and turned to face me. He walked past me and pulled out a first aid kit.

“Turn around,” I said.

He turned around with his back toward me. He gripped onto the counter as I dabbed it with an alcohol wipe. He flinched but didn’t make a sound. His pain tolerance was higher now than before.

He didn’t move or flinch as I stitched him up. I placed the bandage over the wound carefully.

“Done,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Mhm,” I hummed. I stayed in the bathroom to clean up the mess.

He went back to the bedroom.

The bedroom was dark. I threw the blanket back and crawled into bed beside Angel.

Angel was as far from me as the bed would allow. The bed was huge, so he was quite a distance from me. His back was facing me.

I stared at his back. My eyes were memorizing the defined muscles in his back and the large tattoo on his back.

Lord, how will I ever fall asleep next to him? I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of him. I turned around quickly and closed my eyes. I need to get the hell out of here.

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