Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Angel's Sin: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 46

(Trigger Warning BEWARE! Slight Non-Con)(Takes place before the Prologue)Two days later. In an expensive hotel suite in Rome.The quiet hum of the mini fridge and AC was the loudest sound in the suite.Two days.Two days since the bullets had shattered their false sense of security.Since Tony had expertly driven them away from Calabria, ditching the beat-up, bullet-ridden car.‘I even liked that car,’ Angel sighed. ‘It was vintage.’They’d melted into the chaos of a small-town train station, boarding the first high-speed service they could find across Italy—putting miles between them and their unseen hunters.Now they were in Rome.In a suite so enormous and sumptuously decorated in blue sapphire, it felt more like a museum exhibit than a temporary refuge.Expensive.Comfortable.Not quite.Angel sat by the window, idly tracing patterns into the condensation.He was restless.The silence only amplified the frantic beat of his heart.His mind wandered—to his and Tony’s first fight a

Tony didn't realize he was trembling until Angel pulled back from the kiss.He stared at the beautiful creature in front of him with wonder as he sat there—legs parted to accommodate Angel between them—on the carpeted floor.His hands still rested on Angel’s waist.Tony’s heart felt full—like it would burst any minute.Angel’s lips lingered close to him—still kneeling, fingers were locked behind Tony’s neck.Wet.Parted.His warm breath fanning over Tony’s face.Their eyes met.Forgetting everything—their worries, their fight.The danger that was gaining on them.All Tony saw was the emotion within Angel’s eyes.‘He loves me,’ he wanted to scream and cry with joy.And for the first time ever since they’d run away—since the gun, the tears, the confession—Tony’s heart didn’t race with panic.It beat calmly.Steady.Grounded.Alive.He was still broken, yes.Still bleeding inside.The beast and the darkness were still there.But Angel’s admittance of love had tamed it.They stared at eac

Grab.Click.Bang!The gunshot echoed through the suite like thunder in a canyon.Beth’s eyes flared—wide and wet with disbelief and unshed tears.A bullet punched into her chest.“Urk—!”She choked—turning pale—a gurgling sound escaping her lips as blood pooled on her mouth.The scent of blood filled the air.Metallic.Disgusting.Then her limbs went slack.Tony stared at her chest—smoke curling from the bullet hole that he made.It was clear in the morning light.His breathing was ragged.Sweat clung to his skin.Then—Blood dripped. The sound felt so loud.It soaked him—almost.He pushed Beth’s body aside without mercy.She hit the floor like a puppet cut from its strings.Beth lay on her side, her final role.Her blood kept flowing, turning the sapphire colored carpet into dark red beneath her.She wasn't moving.No.Not anymore.And just like that—it was over.‘Fucking finally.’Tony didn’t feel any triumph as he continued to lie there, his back on the floor.Not grief either.I