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last night was fucking rough. I barely slept, when I did it was once for not even an hour.

I dreamt about angelica but not in the way id hoped for.

Unconscious on the floor, a puddle of blood seeping from her skull, Giovanni stood hovering over her with a gun in his hand.

Then the scene changes, I'm in the kitchen watching as angel gets attacked then suddenly shes on top of him, repeatedly stabbing him and then she stands, dusting off her clothes and turning to face me.

The look on her face was terrifying even for me, she held a sick grin as her face was splattered in blood, the sparkle in her eyes gone and replaced with nothing but evil.

This wasn't angelica, the angel I knew was full of life, beautiful, carefree, innocent, she would never hurt a fly.

The angel stood in front of me had eyes full of darkness, like she would kill anyone that crossed her, the kind of girl every mafia boss dreams of, everyone but me.

I woke up heart racing out of my chest and my breathing rapid, I cant let angel turn into that, into a monster, into me. ..

After spending all night tossing and turning worrying about angelica it was finally time to get up.

I head downstairs to the kitchen and it was clean, almost like there wasn't a dead body on the floor a a few hours ago.

I grab some ingredients to make pancakes, I know angelica will be a little off today so maybe pancakes can help ease her mind especially with extra chocolate chips.

I start combining everything into the bowl and mix as I hear footsteps coming down, theyre too heavy footed to be angel ''morning man, Jesus you look like shit'' fucking Mateo

I stop mixing, it feels like time stops around me, like the air is suddenly thick with tension.

Into our world? Coming into our world? He isn't seriously thinking of introducing his little sister into this shit is he?

He cant be serious, hes not. I let out a deep chuckle before continuing to mix the batter ''whats so funny''

I look past Mateo and I see angel standing behind him, still in my clothes.

Her face is so pale and her eyes are red from crying ''good morning angelica, I made you pancakes'' I give her a soft smile trying to break the tension and I'm met with a beautiful big smile, her little dimples showing in her cheeks.

I plate up some pancakes and slide it towards her as she sits down beside Mateo, his eyes still firmly fixated on me for a few more seconds before turning to angel

One I'm done showering I throw on a loose fitted white shirt and some kaki coloured pants, different from my usual dress clothes but its shopping and id like to be comfortable.

I head downstairs and I'm stopped in my tracks when I see angel, shes dressed in a tight cream coloured top with a matching little skirt, a thin light purple cardigan, some ugly ass brown shoes with white socks but somehow she makes them look cute.

Her long brown curls tied into a messy side braid and a big cream coloured tote bag slumped over her shoulder.

I dont know how she manages to look so breath taking in such a simple outfit, her beautiful pale skin and light brown hair always compliment her clothes so well and I love how she always manages to slip a little bit of purple in there.