The Devil's Little Angel

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of tequila...was that tequila? I don't know. But I'm guessing y

it is not funny, not by

was crazy; I bet he thought I was. Who could blame the poor guy? Sane people don't walk into a bar

dark circle under my puffy eyes, and the way my w

e mansion I had grown up in. I would rather be acknowledged a

alking in on my husband-to-be, fucking my stepm

t I was imagining the scene before me. But it was real. Matteo a

his name as I watched

er. Instead of remorse and shame, annoyance flashed through his jad

Matteo's gun from the bedside table. H

elf behind him, her eyes shining with victory. My heart ached as I stared at the man

arm, drawing a primal scream from him, and then, li

face that promised to pay back; I ran away for

e twenty minutes to get here. This was the last place Matteo's hounds wou

a good place for me to drop my head and cry, but so far, since

ing at her corpse. Rejection- I've experienced that too, when my father told me I was worthles

s, of emptiness, like my world had been put on hold, like my soul had been ripped out fr

glass down the coun

If God is merciful today, I might drink myself to death before Matteo and his hounds find me. How

felt it down to my stomach. That's not good. Voices are supposed to stop at the ears, but in some rare case

een sculptured by partial angel's who chose to favor him. With a chiseled jawline, thi

concertingly handsome features, he had no right to choose what I d

t the bartender who hasti

t outside my f*ckin bar." he sneered in an icy voice that made me shudder. The barten

ldn't ease the pain I felt. I needed strong l

ater." I hollered at the ba

what

y leg shook as I forced myself to be steady, willing myself not to cry. I'm not going

he stood. His face was a mask of perfect boredom, muscular a

retorted, looking him dead in the eye. I mad

said, his voice more softer t

m? This bar is under the protection of the Cappellucci famiglia. If this

ve risked coming here; I shoul

, but there was something about his gaze, a darkness in his eyes that pulle

black shirt did little to hide his perfect abs. My breathing turned shallow as I drank at the sight of him. In another life, if I

tell," he stated. "If he did something

chewing on it. "You're right. It's because of a

ading my soul. His gaze felt like a soft

a, get a grip

leave him?" he

y territory. But the presence of this stranger provided a comfort I haven't felt since Mom's death

o in a box with ugly wrapping, but regardless, I wanted to spill it out, to let go of the truth weighing me down

ride of Matteo Orsini, and today....." I gulped, trying to