Mismatched

Angelica

Just when I thought nothing about the Arciero family could faze me, I turned out to be my own enemy. It had to remain that way—I couldn’t tell Curtis the real reason why I wasn’t in any danger for killing Miles. That was not all. Curtis was fascinated by me. He didn’t say it out aloud but there was that hint of admiration in his tone when he spoke of the Angel of Death. Would he feel the same way if he found out the real person behind that nickname?

It did make me wonder why he thought he was talking about a woman. When I learned about my nickname, I had made sure everyone thought the Angel of Death was a man so they wouldn’t make the connection between my name and that nickname. No one knew who I was except Spider and The Viper.

“Why do you think she’s a woman? Have you met her?” I asked, trying not to sound too curious about it.

“No one has seen her and lived to tell the tale.” He didn’t flinch. “But she kills like she has all the time in the world to do it, doling out th