I gulped loudly, he grabbed me gently, pulling me in his arms, I shivered when his touch felt differently calm. But why? His touch should not give me warmth, rather should be disgusting. I don’t want to feel better in his arms but somehow I feel exactly that, protected.
“My Angel, come with me, please, baby” I nodded, following him as if he had my leash in his hands, and I were a pet to be wagged.
He smiled widely, gently pulling me towards a room at the far end of the hall. When we were both in confidive walls, he left me, kissing my forehead, he whispered, “Baby, please go take a shower and then we'll talk, ok?” he asked ever so softly. I nodded and entered the bathroom, he just gestured. As soon as I stepped in, my tears were not at bay anymore, they were streaming down my face, a loud sob left me giving me shivers to the core.
After crying for hours in a fetal position on the dirty and wet floor, I finally mustered up some courage to clean the awful memories off my body. Taking a step into the shower area, I let the icy cold water pierce my skin, with its coldness. I then took a deep breath, took the shower gel from the aisle, and poured it on myself, cleaning away the dirt and mist.
“No, please he is the only person I have, please don’t kill him sir.” I begged, joining my hands in front of me, asking for mercy from my foster dad. He glanced at me in disdain for a split of a second. “He killed his mom, your ma’am” his voice roared in the air. “No, Sir, he didn’t. He was not even at home when she killed herself, I was there, she herself pulled the trigger.” I stuttered.
“You both are lying, you both should be killed” he yelled, aiming the gun at me. I waited for the blow, my eyes shutting, ready to go away from the earth at the age of 10.
I was dying but no, the bullet didn’t hit me, rather a loud shriek of Jay was heard in the misty air. I opened my eyes and my hands started shivering. My only family, my foster brother, was lying numb on the floor, right in front of me, his eyes were popping out, he was dead, a third eye on his forehead, his head blown away by his own dad. “Jay” I yelled, kneeling beside him crying loud enough to wake the dead from the grave but what about my brother, he was gone, saving me from his father.
Why would he come in between us? “Jay, Jay, please wake up, Jay. No. You can’t leave me all alone in this world, you promised me, you won’t” I screamed but for what he was already on his way to heaven, at the age of 15 he left the world, his dreams of flying in the air, as a pilot, still left to be unfolded.
“You bitch. You killed my son. It was meant for you, not him, you fucking bitch” Sir yelled, pulling me by my hair, lifting me in a swift movement. His eyes were cold as ice and his grip on me was tightening, by each second. He slapped me with a loud thud, throwing me across the room raising his gun at me, swearing loudly. I shut my eyes waiting for the blow, I wanted to be gone, as my only family left me. I had no one to be with me, to hold me, to talk to me and to take care of me. A loud roaring was heard and a bang was echoed in the air.
I was getting worried with each passing second, it’s been two hours since she was in the washroom, I could hear the shower, but not a single sound other than that. I knocked at the door lightly, impatience taking away my sanity. “Angel,” I whispered softly. “Baby, please open the door, my love” I whispered a little louder but no sound was heard. I panicked when it continued for a few more minutes. She wasn’t responding, no reply, no voice from within. She was sobbing an hour ago, but ever since an hour and 5 minutes now, she was numb. I pushed the door, banging it loudly, now, not waiting for another second, I kicked the door down, breaking it from its hinges. I entered the washroom and halted in my tracks, when I saw my angel, blacked out on the floor, stark naked, soaking in the cold water from the shower. Her body was turned bluish, her lips numbed from the coldness. “Fuck, Angel. Baby” I yelled, grabbing the towel from the aisle and covering her securely.
I lifted her in my arms, in a bridal style, and walked out of the washroom, entering the room. I gently placed her on the bed, covering her shivering body with a cozy blanket. I increased the temperature of the room heater, to give her some warmth, but she was cold.
Dialing, Mia, my personal doctor, explained everything to her, “Boss, you need to give her some body warmth, I am on my way till then” she said.
"Ok" I muttered and pulled myself out of my clothes, jumping into the bed, embracing my angel in my warmth, covering either of us with the blanket.
I started rubbing her body, trying to warm her. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, lifting her as close to me as possible.
"Angel, please be ok. My love" I muttered.
Hunter's PoV It's been a few hours since Mia left after checking upon my angel. According to her she has undergone some panic attacks which could be a normal thing for such situations. She even explained it must have triggered some past that caused it or it even could be just the situation I put her in. My baby is innocent as a flower. She couldn't even see the dead body in front of her. Shit! I just hope she gets up soon. I hugged her back, pulling her into my chest, lying her head softly on my chest, kissing her forehead softly. She was fast asleep and calm. I didn't know when I must've lured into a deep sleep, cooing loving profinities in her ears. Luke's PoV I entered the room, tired, to even knock at the door before enterin
Angel's PoV I turned around sharply at the sound of someone entering the room, my eyes scanned the person from head to toe, he was lean, handsome and tall. I have seen him before but couldn't remember where I shrugged ignoring him. "Ms. Rose, you are requested in the meeting room by Mr. Hunter" he murmured looking at me skeptically. I glanced at him and the similarity in his features hit me hard this time, my eyes widened, "You...your brother, he was your bro...ther?" I stuttered, stumbling on my feet. He simply nodded, with a stony look, as if, it's ok if his brother died by the same hunter he was working for. "Ms. Rose, I am ordered to take you with me as soon as possible" I nodded, following him without any further delay. "What's your name?" I asked, walking timidly by his side. "Francis" he answered, stolidly. "I am
Angel's PoV I shuffled in bed, the brightness in the room making it difficult to open my eyes. Blinking back a few more times, I finally fluttered my eyes open, smiling dreamily. A faint memory of the last night came flushing down in my inward eye. My eyes widened on its own accord as soon as the realisation hit me. I could still remember the night but only a bit of glimpses of it. We did things we shouldn't have done. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I didn't just fucked up this time. My eyes dragged itself on my naked self in the duvet, covered in love bites, shit! Did he take my v-card! I was so shocked and so hurt with myself that I couldn't control my tears.
Angel's PoV I yelped loudly as soon as his hands touched me, his touch sparking an unrecognizable electrifier within me. I hate to be so pathetically out of control when he is around, and lately he is always around me. His eyes are mesmerizing, sparking with the brightest light ever, and the thing that makes me go all afraid is the love that liquefies everything around him when he looks at me. I am always awed at that look, but somehow, I know this look is for my body not for me, and even if it is for me, it has the power to destroy me from my very core. I can see the love in his eyes for me whenever he looks at me but the love he knows is an obsession for many. He wants me because he can't get me, I won't let him in and that's why he wants in. Love is an endearment or a feeling that we acquire just b
Angel’s PoV “You can’t do this, you fucking bastard” I pushed him harder, scorling at his smirk. He chuckled at my grim attempts to free myself. “I swear Tyler, if you don't stop now, I am gonna kill you” I scoffed, angrily. He zipped his lips, with a smile of a saint on his face. I rolled my eyes, walking past him as soon as his grip on me loosened. “Angel, I can afford it, you know that. You just have to tell me what you like.” he said walking up to me. I grimace at his words, of course. Why did I just think to reason with him, anyway?. I ignored him completely, walking into Shea’s suite. Apparently, Shea and her 10 year old son, Edward, are staying in a suite here, with Taylor for a month. Yup, it's been a month since we were here, in this bloody mansion. She and Taylor have come along this past month. They have made their “friends with benefits” an official anno
TRIGGER WARNING - MATURE CONTENT AHEAD Luke’s PoV I pushed the gun out of her hands pulling her up off the bed, roughly, “What fuck are you doing? Ti, have you lost your fucking mind?” I yelled. Her tears were streaming down her face, a look of defeat in her eyes, that was killing me. “I fucking love you, Ti, you can’t do this” I said, my eyes turning red with rage. I grabbed her face in my hands, crashing my lips on hers. Interweaving our passionate tongues in an instant. Her lips turned animalistic coaxing with mine, blended in love. She pushed herself away for a millisecond, trailing seductive kisses dow
Tyler’s PoV I grabbed the bastard by his collar pulling him up in the air with my hand, the metal chain that was wound around his ankle rattling profusely. His eyes turned red with pain, “Fucker, tell me about the shipments and save the pain of your last moments on this freaking Earth” I said, calmly. He mumbled something incorrigible, I took the syringe from Luke’s hands bringing it nearest to his neck, he shuddered on seeing what I was about to do. He yelped, “Just kill me, please” he cried. I laughed loudly, injecting the slow poison into his body. He yelled in pain, “no no...please kill me. Don’t torcher me” he sobbed as a baby. I chuckled at his meek attempts to free himself from my grasp. Punc