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Its been 2 days since angelica went back to school.
Jordan Price, that name has been playing around in my head since she said it, he will get whats coming to him and ill be the one to do it.
I kept angel off school until the situation is dealt with, I cant risk him showing up and trying something like that again.
We spent the 2 days just spending some time together, watching her favourite show, cooking.
Currently we are in the kitchen and angels teaching me how to bake, apparently baking and cooking dont exactly go hand in hand.
We finished up and put the brownies in the oven, they dont look too bad but then again angel did most of the work ''so when can we eat them? I'm starving'' she laughs, her fucking laugh, it makes my knees weak everytime ''I'm hungry too, what are you making for dinner?''
''Angelica I need to quickly head to the safehouse to drop off some paperwork about the next shipment, but I dont want you here alone'' she looks up at me with confusion before realising what I mean and throws her shoes on. We head to the car and get in before driving to the safehouse.
She doesnt push it away, she doesnt even tense she just allows it.
''Angelica dont ask questions you dont want to know the answer to'' I know if I tell her whats going to happen she will regret asking, I cant let her know any details about what we do.
''Youre going to kill him, aren't you?
'' I tense and squeeze her thigh lightly unsure of how to respond.
I cant say yes but if i say no she will know I'm lying.
I dont have time to think of a response before we pull up outside the safe house.
I unclip my seatbelt and turn to face her but I dont remove my hand from her thigh ''please dont ask questions angel.
I'm trying to keep you safe, the more you know the more danger youre in so just please listen to me'' she doesnt respond, she just looks at me and gives me a small nod
I reach up to cup her cheek in my hand, lightly stroking her face, one again she doesnt push me away.
This is wrong I know its wrong, but why does it feel so right?
Being this close to her, touching her skin, it feels so natural and yet I know it shouldn't happen ''why do you care so much about me?
Did Mateo tell you to keep me safe?'' how do I tell her that I'm crazy about her?
That I dont even glance at other women because theyre not her?
That I can picture spending the rest of my life with her?
Even if I could find the words I know I shouldn't say them
I lift her face back up to look at me ''youre special angelica.
Theres something about you that draws me to you.
Youre not just any girl, youre not just Mateo's sister.
I feel something for you that ive never felt before'' my voice fails me as i talk, going below a whisper but i know she heard it.
If i share my feelings maybe it will make things easier, make it easier to stay friends and for me to just ignore them.
We head inside walking with my hand on her waist pulling her into me, I dont want her interacting with anyone here thinking theyre not dangerous.
Just because they work for me doesnt mean they wouldn't try get her into her pants, they see a pretty girl and theyre all over her the only difference being, those girls let them.
''I need to head downstairs. I'm going to leave you here until I'm back alright?
Do not move, do not talk to anyone, do not leave with anyone even if they tell you theyre with me do you understand? ''
She nods before sitting at the table and pulling out her phone ''that guy there?
Thats Sullivan. He is the only person you are to trust okay?
If he tells you that you need to leave immediately you listen'' I point to sully who's stood by the entrance and give him a small signal to watch angel, hes a big built guy, mid 40s, I know angel will be safe with him he practically raised me when my father died.
She nods again and smiles before turning her attention to her phone.
As I'm heading downstairs I'm dragged into my office, fucking Mateo, of course.
''What the fuck is she doing here? Why would you bring her here Dante?
Are you trying to get her killed?'' hes getting too comfortable shouting at me like that, he may be my best friend but I'm his fucking boss and he needs to remember that
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