The Devil's Little Angel

LI

as a mix of different alcohols, I

ss aside, joining the

, banging my weak h

ow of bottles. My eyes were

ed as

ly. Hoping that I was imagining the scene before me. But it was real.

d shame, annoyance flashed through his jade eyes. It was

point that ever

as on the bedside table. I took it, cock

ich only fueled my rage. My stepmother

them both

arm, drawing an agonizing scream from him, and then,

is face that promised to pay back; I ran away

itory-Chicago. This was the last place Matt

he looks like, but I've heard stories, and wh

tteo is dead scared of. It's why I ran here, because Matteo won't

a foo

a good place for me to drop my head and cry, but so far, since

staring at her corpse. Rejection, I've experienced that too, when my father told me I was

ced; it's hollow, a feeling of nothingness, of

counter again.

he alcohol could numb m

thing you have." I shouted, my vo

teo and his hounds find me. How quickly can the liver burst from th

ated in the small bar.

down to my stomach, and that's not good. Voices are supposed

r a spell. The man's eyes were the colour of whiskey; his face was glorious to look at. Wi

rned crazy. I forced my voice

he had no right to choose what I did and did not

t the bartender who hasti

it outside my bar." he sneered in an icy voice that made me shudder. The bartender

ease the pain I felt. I needed strong liqu

ater." I hollered at the ba

what

ry. I'm not going to cry in front of this bar owner

he stood. His face was a mask of perfect boredom, muscular a

etorted, looking him dead in the eye. I was m

e said, his voice softer th

am? This bar is under the protection of the Cappellucci family. If this

ve risked coming here; I shoul

I could, but there was something about his gaze that pulled me clo

making me upset?" I asked

lack shirt did little to hide his perfect abs. My bre

can tell," he stated. "If he did

chewing on it. "You're right. It's because of a

ading my soul. His gaze felt like a soft

a, get a grip

ave him?" the ma

least of all a man from the enemy territory. But the presence of t

po- Romano Cappellucci. The man who people talked about with fear and

o of the truth weighing me down; maybe then my hea

, I to

the daughter of Vitale." I gu

. "Lucas Vitale? Our

to stand still when his eyes

his face and then he growled.