Semua Bab MAFIA'S ANGEL: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Angelina POVIt had been two full weeks since I last saw Danzel. Two weeks since I had learned about Thomas's death.I cried every single night. I just couldn't accept the fact that my friend was dead. I knew Danzel was a dangerous man, but I never actually believed he would do something so cold-blooded. Even if he was the head of a mafia syndicate, he had absolutely no right to execute an innocent person.I groaned, lazily dragging myself out of bed and heading toward the en-suite bathroom. My reflection was a nightmare. My face looked exhausted, and my eyes were heavily swollen and deep red from endless crying. Instead of taking a quick shower, I filled the massive tub and sank into a warm bath. I let my tense muscles relax into the heat. After soaking for what felt like hours, I finally got out, dried off, and threw on a comfortable set of clothes.My stomach gave a loud, hollow rumble. I hadn't eaten anything in over twenty-four hours.I slowly descended the grand staircase, pausin

"What?" I exclaimed in absolute disbelief.Was this guy out of his mind? He had practically ripped the covers off my bed at seven in the morning to inform me that we were leaving. Where in the world was he taking me at this hour? I knew this man could function on zero sleep, but I desperately needed it. Sleep was my absolute favorite escape from reality. Now, he was ordering me to get up and be fully dressed within the hour."Yes, Angelina. We are going out," he said, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "Please do me a massive favor and just get ready."I was fuming. How dare he roll his eyes at me when I was the one who had every right to be irritated? He had barged in, disturbed my peaceful sleep, barked orders, and now he was annoyed."Do not roll your eyes at me, Danzel! You have absolutely no right," I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. "And where exactly are you taking me so early in the morning?""First of all, it is not early. It is seven... actually, seven-thirty," h

Angelina POVI was beyond angry with him. How could he just pack me onto a plane and fly me to an entirely different country without my consent? How dare he? I knew going back home to my mother was out of the question, but that didn't mean he had the right to drag me wherever he pleased.Despite my boiling anger, the city of Rome was exceptionally beautiful. I kept my gaze firmly glued to the window, absorbing the stunning architecture of the new city. Danzel sat beside me, scrolling silently through his tablet.Before long, we left the bustling city behind, heading deep into the outskirts. The driver turned down a long, winding private road enveloped by a dense forest.Does he live in the woods?The road was completely isolated, lined with dry, decaying leaves. It looked a bit terrifying, like the setting of a horror movie. But then again, I highly doubted the mafia boss was afraid of the dark. If anything, the dark was afraid of him.I actually chuckled softly at the thought.A few m

Angelina POVI had been sitting on my bed for a solid thirty minutes, my hands gripping my head in pure mortification.How could I do it? How could I possibly do it? How could I kiss him?Oh, God.I was obviously terrified from the nightmare, and maybe, just maybe, I kissed him because I was desperate for comfort.But who randomly kisses someone just because they need comfort?And to make matters a thousand times worse, he kissed me back—but then completely rejected me. He physically pulled my hands away and denied me.Oh God... I just want to dig a massive hole and bury myself in embarrassment.It was way beyond embarrassment now; I was genuinely ashamed of what I had done.But the way his face looked so worried... the way his dark eyes held such deep concern for me... the way his lips tasted so incredibly delicious...Oh, stop it! You horny idiot...I finally glanced at the bedside clock and realized I had slept in incredibly late. I bolted out of bed, hopped into the shower, and agg

Angelina POVI stood in the center of the bedroom, my chest heaving rapidly as I desperately tried to catch my breath."Are you coming?" Danzel's deep voice made my eyes snap open.He was leaning casually against the doorframe, a wickedly arrogant smirk playing on his lips. He looked entirely too proud of himself.I offered a jerky nod, smoothing down my sweater dress as I followed him out into the hallway. Danzel reached back, casually lacing his long fingers through mine as we walked down the sweeping staircase together.When we walked into the dining room, everyone was already halfway through their dinner."Oh! There you are, sunshine," Creed grinned broadly, his green eyes lighting up. "Come on, sit down! Yara made an amazing soup."I walked over to the empty chair beside him. He immediately grabbed my bowl, ladling a massive serving of the steaming broth for me.I muttered a quiet thank-you, picking up my spoon to taste it, but Susan's loud voice stopped me dead."Why is your face