Angel

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Chapter 5. It's A Long Story

The club was packed. Cecilia and I managed to get into the club without being carded. The bass of the music was so powerful it felt like it was hitting me in the chest. We ordered a couple of drinks and slammed them.

“Come on,” Cecilia said as she pulled on my arm.

We headed to the dance floor. The dance floor was so crowded it was almost hard to find a place to dance at. My hips moved side to side to the beat. The strobe lights danced across our bodies.

A feeling like I was being watched; washed over me. I looked around the dance floor. My eyes flickered to the loft of the club. Several men were standing at the balcony. One of them was leaning over the railing staring at me.

My stomach twisted nervously, but I ignored it. I quickly dropped my gaze and smiled at Cecilia.

“Do you want to get another drink?” I asked Cecilia after the dance ended.

“Yes,” she agreed.

We went back to the bar and sat down. The bartender asked us what we wanted. We ordered our drinks and waited for the bartender to bring them back.

“Are you okay?” Cecilia asked.

“What?” I asked, confused as I looked back at her. She had pulled me from my distraction. “I’m fine. I just don’t think we should stay too long.”

“Why not?” Cecilia challenged.

I sighed. “Look, I know you think he is crazy, but he isn’t. I shouldn’t be out.”

She raised her eyebrows and shook her head. She watched me with wonder clouding her eyes as she sipped her drink.

I avoided her gaze as I sipped my own drink. I was probably worrying over nothing, but the way that man was staring at me earlier was strange.

When we finished our drinks, we ordered another before heading back to the dance floor.

Just as the beat of the song picked up, a gunshot echoed through the club—the club turned to chaos. People started to scream and run for the exits. Instinctively, I grabbed Cecilia’s hand. We ran for the exit, but we stopped.

There was a man with a gun raised in our direction. It was the man who had been staring at me.

A gasp escaped me. We turned to run the other direction as he fired the shot. A glass on a nearby table that we were running past shattered.

We both came to a halt in front of the opposite exit. The club was nearly cleared out at this point. Another man was standing in front of us with his gun raised.

I spun the other direction, and there was the man from the other exit. As I slowly circled around, I realized we were trapped.

All the men slowly closed in on us.

My heart hit against my ribs like it would break free at any moment. I looked at Cecilia with concern. What the hell did I just get us into?

“Mia, isn’t it?” The man behind me asked.

I turned to face him. There was no way I was going to show fear to these men. I refused to let them get the better of me. If I was going to die, I was going to die bravely.

“Mexican Mafia, isn’t it?” I growled.

“Hmm,” he pursed his lips. “Where the hell is lover boy? Surely he isn’t stupid enough to let you out of his sight. Aren’t you sort of his plaything?” His eyes swept over me. “Of course, I can see why,” he purred.

“Fuck you,” I spat.

He moved toward me and lowered his rifle down the length of my body. He stopped where my dress stopped. The barrel trailed up between my thighs and started to lift the dress.

I swatted it away with a sneer. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Do you think he would come to your rescue if I called him? Because I’d love nothing more than to kill him too. He’s a bit of a pain in the ass. Do you think he would be mad if I played with you first?” He smirked as his gaze swept over my body.

“You leave him out of this. He has nothing to do with it! You wanted me? Congratulations, you got me,” I sneered. “Just let her go,” I gestured to Cecilia. “And leave Angel alone. You can take me. I won’t fight.”

“Well, that is disappointing. I enjoy a feisty girl,” he smirked. He raised his gun and aimed it at Cecilia’s head.

“No!” I screamed and lurched forward. A gunshot echoed in my ears, and I stopped mid-stride.

The guy I was racing toward collapsed. He was now on the floor in front of me with blood pooled around his head.

I spun around and looked at Cecilia. She was standing there with a horrified expression. I turned around again and saw Angel.

He was walking quickly toward us with a sawed-off shotgun in one hand and a handgun in the other. His eyes were narrowed at the men behind me. He looked absolutely livid. His long black trench coat blew out slightly behind him from his quick pace. He wore all black. It was like the terminator in the flesh. His gaze flickered to mine.

“Run,” Angel growled at me.

I grabbed Cecilia’s hand and pulled her out of her trance. We bolted toward the door that Angel must have walked through. The club was vacant. There was glass all over. It crunched beneath our heels.

More gunshots fired before we even made it out the door. I stood frozen in the doorway as Cecilia raced out the door. I spun around. I needed to know Angel was okay. He had shot two other men and was now fighting the other three. He moved so fluently.

A hand grabbed my arm. “Come on, Mia!” Cecilia shouted as she pulled me out the door.

“Wait!” I pleaded breathlessly as I ripped my arm from her.

She spun around in confusion. “What?”

“I need to make sure he’s okay.”

“What? Are you insane? Mia, you can’t go back in there! Let’s just go!”

I handed her my keys. “Get in the car and go back to the mansion. We’ll be there soon.” I didn’t wait for her to respond. I dashed back toward the door.

Once inside, I noticed there were now five men. Two of them had ahold of Angel, and one of them was hitting him in the stomach. Angel was hunched over and groaning in pain.

I slowly made my way toward one of the men that was dead on the floor. None of them had noticed me yet. I reached for the gun in the man’s hand. I checked it to be sure it was loaded.

I rose to my feet, remaining as quiet as I could. I took the safety off and aimed the gun at the man who was hitting Angel. I pulled the trigger. The gun went off. Blood splattered across the men’s faces that were standing beside the guy I shot. Adrenaline pumped through me.

The two men’s heads snapped up in my direction. I aimed the gun at one and pulled the trigger. As soon as he collapsed to the ground, I pointed the gun and fired it at the other guy.

“Get that bitch!” One of the men growled as he pointed at me.

Angel’s gaze met mine. There was blood trickling down his nose and his lip—Angel threw one of the men off him.

The man stumbled back away from Angel. The man’s gaze locked with mine. His eyes widened.

I raised the gun and fired it. The man collapsed as blood splattered across the bar.

Angel pushed the other man off him and reached for a gun that was in his coat. He spun around, raised the gun, and fired it quicker than I could have. Angel slowly turned back to look at me.

We stared at each other for a long moment before he finally closed the distance between us. He was hurt pretty bad. He wasn’t moving very quickly. He grabbed my face between his hands and stared into my eyes.

I wasn’t sure what he saw in my eyes, but for whatever reason, he lowered his lips to mine. The kiss was so deep it made my head spin. It was as if the kiss had brought me back to life. It was indescribable. I could taste the blood that was on his lip.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. His eyes opened and stared into mine. His eyes were resentful. “I’m so fucking mad at you, Mia,” he said in a low voice.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

He took a deep breath. “Save it. Let’s go home.”

He grabbed my hand in his and pulled me toward the door. My heels clicked quickly across the tiled floor as I kept pace with him.

It was pouring rain outside. Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder followed. We rushed toward his black Ferarri.

As he sped down the highway, I turned up the heat and shivered. I sank back down into my seat. I felt like a child who had just done something awful that her parents told her not to do. Only it was Angel who had told me not to, and he had been right.

Cecilia’s car was parked in front of the mansion. We climbed out of the Ferarri. For whatever reason, Angel didn’t bother parking in the garage like he usually did. We walked hand in hand up to the mansion.

“What do I tell her, Angel?” I murmured.

Angel sighed. “The truth. I have to go to the study and make some calls to get that club cleaned up before the cops show up.”

“Okay, but do I tell her the truth about the Latin Kings?” I asked, confused.

“No, just about your father.”

“Okay,” I murmured.

Angel stalked off down the hallway toward the study as I headed for the living room. Cecilia was sitting there with her face buried in her hands.

“Cecilia,” I said.

Her head snapped up, and her gaze met mine. “Oh my god, Mia! I was so worried!” She said as she rushed toward me. She embraced me tightly. She pulled away from me quickly. “What the fuck was that about?”

“Sit down, it’s a long story,” I murmured.

***

After I explained the story to Cecilia, she admitted to feeling bad about pushing me to go out. I insisted that it wasn’t her fault and that I should have told her from the start. Cecilia decided to go home early. She was still shaken from the incident. After saying my goodbyes to her, I headed for the study.

Angel was sitting at his desk, speaking to someone over the phone. “Okay, thank you,” he said. He hung the phone up and looked up at me. “Hey.”

“Hi,” I murmured.

“How’d it go?”

“She’s freaked out. She left, actually. I didn’t tell her about you, though. I just told her my dad owed the Mexican Mafia money. I told her the Mexican Mafia killed my parents and were after me,” I explained.

He pursed his lips and nodded. Angel must have cleaned up because the blood from his mouth and nose were gone.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as I walked toward him.

“I’m fine,” he muttered as he looked through some papers.

“Angel, they beat the hell out of you. You can’t expect me to believe that,” I said. I stood across from him.

His head snapped up, and his eyes narrowed at me. He rose to his feet and leaned over the desk toward me. “I don’t really give a fuck what you believe, Mia. It’s not me you should worry about,” he spat.

“­­Angel–”

“I bounce back fast from shit like that, Mia. Just stop. I can’t believe you went against me and you went out. You’re lucky I just happened to show up!” He roared. “You could have been killed! I mean, do you even understand that?” He slammed his hands down on his desk and stood upright. He ran his hands through his hair as he turned away from me. He slowly sat down on the edge of his desk with his back turned to me.

My head bowed in shame. I could have gotten him, and I killed. I knew that he was right. I wanted to make it up to him. I wanted to fix this. I walked around the desk.

Angel was staring down at his feet. He didn’t look up as I placed myself in front of him.

I lowered my head to meet his gaze as I placed my hands on his thighs.

He sighed and brought his head back up to look at me. I could see the fear in his eyes and the concern for my safety.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. I swallowed back the lump in my throat. “You were right, okay? What I did was absolutely stupid. I just didn’t think one night could hurt anything. I swear, I won’t ever do it again.”

“You’re right. You won’t do it again. The next time you do something like that, you won’t come back here,” he snapped. “I’m trying to keep you alive. The least you could do is fucking listen to me!” He stood up and shoved past me.

Tears built in my eyes. I jumped when I heard the study door slam shut. I placed my hand over my mouth to keep the sobs from escaping.

I slowly sank down in his chair. The tears fell so heavy it blurred my vision. Nothing I said was going to make things right with him. I had hurt him in so many ways that he would never trust me again.

Iwatched the fire flicker as I thought about what I did. I couldn’t seem to doanything right when it came to him.

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