Page 112 of Angelic Vengeance

“Angel? What are you doing here?”

I turned my head towards the man speaking, though his face was covered by a balaclava to hide his identity.

“I just got appointed.”

I turned to the other soldier; a woman. I hadn’t noticed her before. Maybe she’d been guarding from outside.

“Ruiz didn’t mention you were finally joining us.”

“Since when does she tell you everything?” The girl replied with nonchalance.

The guy cleared his throat and lowered his head like a bitch. “Right.”

A muffled chuckle escaped me. Fuck, these guys were pathetic. Couldn’t even keep track of their own operations.

“He’s your kill now, Angel.” The man chirped like a fucking idiot. They couldn’t kill me. Not until they found the drugs.

The girl’s hand flexed around her machine gun. I didn’t miss her long, blood-red nails contrasting against the black carbon.

She made her way towards me, scanning me from head to toe, before coming back up. She towered over me, and I stared into her emotionless eyes through the black fabric over my head. Her balaclava covered her face, but I could see her green eyes clearly; dark lashes fanned over them.

Angel.

I understood. I knew she was beautiful and I couldn’t even see her.

Her eyes held mine, staring into my fucking soul, and freezing me in place. Everything around us blurred and I was left searching for my fate in her siren green eyes. What was she going to do? Put a bullet in my head?

She pointed the machine gun at my forehead. “Que sueñes con los angelitos.”

I never thought death would be this beautiful.

I opened my eyes to…Matteo?

“Get up!” He shook me to get me back to reality. “We gotta go!”

Groaning, I pushed off the chair, the rope falling to the ground. I watched the material turn red as it absorbed blood from the cement. I followed the trail of crimson to find a dump of bodies.

Lights shone through the sky in the distance while the chopper of a helicopter became louder.

Matteo and the rest of the guys moved towards the exit, but I went in the opposite direction. Head still pounding, I hurried through the warehouse, checking the corpses.

Green eyes.

Dark lashes.

Come on…

Nothing. A weight came off my chest.

“Fuck!” I groaned in frustration. “She got away!”

“Yeah, Ruiz left. We’ll get her later. Let’s go!”

Not her.

Angel.

Something sparkled in my peripheral view. I almost pulled something when I rushed over. I picked up the ammo. A gold bullet encrypted with none other but the owner’s code name:ANGEL.