All Chapters of MAFIA'S ANGEL: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Angelina POVThe next day, we headed to the airport. I was still in my wheelchair, so Peter had to handle everything. As the plane started lifting off the ground, I felt the familiar pit in my stomach from the first time I had ever traveled. Memories of that day flooded my mind; my very first flight had been with Danzel. After learning that it was my first time in the air, Danzel had distracted me by placing feather-light kisses all over my jaw and neck. A shiver ran through my body at the phantom memory of his lips against my skin. Not wanting to cry anymore, I shook my head, desperately trying to get rid of thoughts of him. I was leaving this country now, leaving absolutely everything behind—the people, the haunting incidents, the happy memories, and the terrifying moments. I was not going to think about it, or at least, I was going to try my hardest not to. I knew it would be difficult, but I didn't have any other choice. I couldn't just sit and cry over what had happened to me fore

Angelina POVMy vision blurred as I forcefully pushed my way through the crowded room. I ran, not caring about my sharp heels piercing my ankles or the painful shockwaves shooting up my legs. My heart thumped so loudly in my ears that it deafened the music. My brain desperately tried to assure me that it was just another hallucination, not the real man. Some rational part of my consciousness knew that stopping abruptly in the middle of a speech and running out like a madwoman would surely get me into trouble, but I couldn't care less.It was like seeing your death and your life both standing right in front of you, staring into your eyes with an intensity that could simultaneously suffocate you and fill your lungs with fresh air.I didn't know where I was running, but I was searching frantically for a place to hide, to shut myself away from everyone. At last, I found myself standing at the far, dark end of a long hallway. The entire corridor was completely empty because this passage was

Angelina POV"Why the f*ck are you still wearing sweatpants?" Jo said angrily, pushing past me into the apartment."Stop swearing, Jo," I sighed, closing the front door behind her."You aren't even f*cking dressed!" she exclaimed, completely ignoring my last sentence."It's fine, I will be ready in a minute," I said, waving her off."You can get naked in one minute. Getting ready requires a lot more time than that," she scolded, marching straight into my bedroom.To be perfectly honest, I had totally forgotten about our plans for tonight. When I came home this afternoon, I had just sat by the window, staring out at nothing in particular. My thoughts had been endlessly revolving around what happened in the café. Danzel was all I could think about. I had relished in the feeling of letting my heart beat to its own erratic rhythm, letting my mind think whatever it wanted to, letting my heart desire whoever it wanted to. I was all by myself, and no one was there to watch me, so I didn't hav

Angelina POVThe entire ride to the hospital, I kept clutching Peter's head, pressing the cloth tightly against it to try and stem the heavy blood flow. The man who had come rushing over to offer us a ride to the hospital seemed somewhat suspicious to me. But I brushed the thought away because right now, Peter desperately needed medical attention.He was immediately taken into the emergency room when we reached the hospital. I stood nervously in the waiting area for a while before remembering I had to fill out all the necessary admission documents. Walking over to the receptionist, I asked her for the paperwork, but she surprised me by saying that the man who drove us here had already filled everything out. He had also instructed her to inform him directly when the medical bills were generated.I searched the lobby for the man and eventually found him standing stiffly by his parked car outside, talking to somebody on his phone. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he looked exactly lik

Angelina POVPeople say that love can make you do things you'd never dream of doing; it makes you reach for the stars and move mountains. Love makes you believe that there is beauty in the twinkling lights above our heads when we watch them with our partners, and that there is profound calmness in watching the waves kiss the shore. But there is an emotion much stronger than love. It is guilt. Guilt can make you completely miserable; it can make you want to stop living. The suffocating feeling of guilt can kill people, it can kill relationships, and it can kill love.That was exactly what I was feeling: guilt.I sat by my bedroom window, gazing out into the lonely night, watching the stars. My heart was incredibly heavy with a storm of emotions, but there was one that overpowered the rest. Guilt. I felt guilty—and a little embarrassed, but mostly guilty. I felt guilty for kissing Peter, and embarrassed for actually enjoying the brief comfort of it. Yes, I was in a deeply vulnerable plac