His Angel of Death

The crowd was buzzing with excitement, everyone was on the dance floor and the music was blasting across the club.

Chiara scanned the crowd from the VIP area of the club. She never could understand what made people drink and lose their thinking capacity. She had always thought it stupid and reckless. She believed that drugs and alcohol just inhibits the brain.

Even though she criticized them in her mind, she was grateful for them. Her family business survived because of fools like that, people who loved to dull their senses with drugs and alcohol.

Her anger was burning as she saw Diego walk in with two blondes. She checked her wristwatch and scoffed. 'The idiot was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago' she thought.

Diego went to the bar to order drinks and she saw him trade envelopes with the bartender. She started walking towards him and was about to reach him when a man stopped her.

"Hey there, sexy." The man said. She could barely hear him over the loud music. She wondered why people found it fun to listen to ear blasting music.

Chiara looked at him and withdrew her hand. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, he was about six feet tall and built like an athlete. He looked like a college kid having a fun night.

"Fuck off!" She said and turned to walk away but the guy grabbed her arm and drew her close.

"Oh come on. Let's dance, it will be fun." The guy spoke into her ear, pressing his chest against her back.

"One more word from you and you will loose your..." She stopped her threat midsentence as the guy was pulled away from her in a sudden move. She turned around to see a strange man hit the guy that was harassing her. Some people turned to look at them, then continued dancing.

She stood in place as the man approached her. She was magnetized by his alluring hazel eyes. They had a weird glint to them, she just couldn't explain it.

"Hello ma'am. Are you okay?" His voice was smooth and soft like silk. He had a faint accent which she couldn't place.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." She noticed Diego moving to the back door and she followed him, completely ignoring the man who helped her.

She followed Diego out of the club and into the alleyway beside the club. He was on his phone, trying to call someone. She walked towards him and grabbed the phone, he was calling Alberto, his accomplice. She ended the call and kept the phone in her pocket.

"Why are you running, Diego?" She asked with a sardonic smile.

"I'm not running. I just... hmmm, I .. I came out to call someone." He stuttered.

"You know, only bad boys run away." She drawled in a sweet voice. She saw him shake and shift his feet in a nervous manner.

"Let's just keep this to ourselves. There's no reason for the boss to know." He said in a firm voice, trying to appear tough.

She caught him pulling his gun out and she smirked. She put her hand around his neck and squeezed it. In a quick motion, she grabbed the hand reaching for the gun and applied force to it till the wrist broke. He tried to scream but only a pained gasp came out.

"What should I not tell the boss?" She loosened her hold on his neck.

"It was only a little, I swear. I was in debt and I needed small money to bail myself out." He said in a low voice, his eyes were filled with fear. He squirmed in her hold, trying to escape.

"Wow!" She tightened her hold on his neck and chuckled. "Five kilos is not little. Stealing is an insult to the family, you just called the boss an idiot and you know what I feel about insults to my family."

"Please, don't kill me. I promise, I will return every dime I stole. Please." He pleaded with a croaking voice. Tears were falling down his face as he spoke.

"I really do not have the energy or interest to keep you alive. Like you said, it was small money, your blood will repay it." She released his neck and he started running. She pulled out her gun from her hip holster and attached a silencer to it. She shot his leg and and he fell down. She walked towards him with slow steps and bent down in front of him.

"Please, I will do anything. Anything you want." He pleaded with her.

"There is nothing you can do for me, but I will do you a favor. I will make it quick." She stood up and shot him point blank, between his eyes.

She heard a clang beside the alley and she went to check it. She saw the dust bin on the floor and a silhouette running. She hid her gun and ran after the person. She caught him just before he could enter the club. He turned his head and she froze.

It was the man who had helped her earlier. The light from the flickering bulb highlighted his face and she noticed how handsome he was. His pointed nose was straight and perfect, his cheekbones and his jawline were chiseled and his luscious cherry lips were beautiful. She wondered how his lips would feel against hers.

"What do you want?" His voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Such a waste." She pouted as she stroke his brown curls.

He jerked back and moved away from her. She punched him in the gut and he bowed over. She hit him on the back and dragged him. He hit her leg and she dropped him. He rolled over and stood up. They both began fighting, Chiara was throwing punches at him and he stayed on defense. She threw a jab at his throat and pushed him against the wall.

She pulled out her gun and held it against his neck.

"Move slowly and do not attempt to run." She guided him to the alleyway where she killed Diego.

"You do not want to kill me. You will put your business at risk of many investigations." He said while looking at Diego's corpse.

"And why is that?" She removed the gun from his neck and stood in front of him with her gun pointed at him.

"I am a FBI agent. The whole agency will be looking for me."

She laughed and shot the wall two inches beside his head.

"I can make you disappear and erase your existence. I can stage your murder, kill you and blame someone else for it. Caro, if I want you dead, no one can stop me." (Darling) She caressed his face with the gun. He tried to grab the gun but failed. She switched off the safety and pointed it at him.

She knew that she ought to pull the trigger but she could not. She did not know what it was, she just did not want to kill him.

"You are in luck, I just might find a use for you." She held the gun against his back and directed him to her car. When he got in, she hit his head with the gun and he lost consciousness.

"Marcos, send some guys to clean up the garbage. I will send the address to you, I want it done soon and efficiently." She spoke through her phone.

Marcos was her capo and her childhood best friend. They grew up in the mafia together and they knew everything about each other. Her dad was the Don and his dad was the consigliere.

"Okay, I have received the address. They will be there soon." He replied her.

"Supervise the disposal, I have some business to attend to."

"Okay, call me when you are done."

She ended the call and looked at the man through her window. His large body was laid in an awkward position on the backseat of her Mercedes Benz. She smiled and got into the car.

As she drove, she wondered what she would do with him. She could not set him free and she did not want to kill him. He was not the first handsome man she had seen, but there was something about him that drew her to him.

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