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CHAPTER FOURTY
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His Angel of Death CHAPTER ONE
The crowd was buzzing with excitement, everyone was on the dance floor and the music was blasting across the club. Chiara scanned the crowd from the VIP area of the club. She never could understand what made people drink and lose their thinking capacity. She had always thought it stupid and reckless. She believed that drugs and alcohol just inhibits the brain. Even though she criticized them in her mind, she was grateful for them. Her family business survived because of fools like that, people who loved to dull their senses with drugs and alcohol. Her anger was burning as she saw Diego walk in with two blondes. She checked her wristwatch and scoffed. 'The idiot was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago' she thought. Diego went to the bar to order drinks and she saw him trade envelopes with the bartender. She started walking towards him and was about to reach him when a man stopped her. "Hey there, sexy." The man said. S
His Angel of Death CHAPTER TWO
Chiara groaned and rolled over in bed. She stretched to pick up her phone on the bedside table. "Yes?" She answered the call with annoyance in her voice. "I see you just woke up. I need you to get Alberto today and close this little issue. You have to prepare for the deal with the Nicolettis." Her dad spoke in his astute voice. She could imagine the frown on his face as he reprimanded her for waking up late. It was one of the problems he had with her. She looked at the time on her phone, it was 9:30am. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Okay, do you want me to bring him to you?" She asked him, referring to Alberto. "No, he is of no use to me. Just off him and clean it up." He said and cut the call. She sighed and stretched her arms. She went to her home gym and did her usual workout. An hour later, she took her bath and dressed up. She strapped her knives on her leg and covered it with her pants.
His Angel of Death CHAPTER THREE
Xavier looked up at the sound of the door opening. He saw his kidnapper walk in with some paper bags. The aroma of food hit his nose and his stomach growled. He had not eaten since yesterday afternoon and he was hungry. He had spent the day staring at the walls of his prison and thinking up different conspiracy theories. She got close to him and he grabbed her neck, pushing her to the wall. "I'm really not into that kink, your beautiful face is enough to turn me on." She chuckled. "Now let go of my neck before I get cranky." He was shocked by her attitude but he did not let it faze him. He checked her pockets for a key, but he only found her phone there. "As much as I like you, you have not yet earned the right to touch me." He released her neck but pinned her shoulders to the wall with his hands. "Where is the key to this place?" "It's a smart lock, it requires my fingerprint to open." S
His Angel of Death CHAPTER FOUR
Xavier had spent most of the day sleeping, there was not much to do in his prison. When he got bored, he did some push-ups but that just frustrated him because he became sweaty and his body felt sticky. His mind still could not believe that the same beautiful lady he had helped at the club was a murderer, she had seemed so fragile and harmless or maybe his mind was just making excuses for his carelessness. He was puzzled about his kidnapper's weird behavior, he was not certain what to make of it. She kidnapped him instead of killing him, for which he was grateful. She threw him in a dark basement which looked like a dungeon of sorts, but then she brought him food and ate with him. She was kind of nice to him. "Damn it! I'm going crazy." He missed out loud. He did not know what time it was when she came into the basement. He was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. He did not bother to look at her when she came in. She probably just brought food, he mused. "Well, someone see
His Angel of Death CHAPTER FIVE
It was a brand new day and Xavier woke up feeling hopeful. For the first time since he was kidnapped, he could tell the time of the day. Streaks of light fell on the bed from the open windows, the sun was rising and it was a marvelous sight. He stood by the window, scoping out his surroundings. There were acres of land surrounding the house, most of the land was covered in trees but the area closest to the house was dominated by shrubs. Not far from his room was a huge garden with beautiful flowers of different kinds, he knew his mother would love them, she had devoted a lot of time to taking care of her garden in their house and she loved grooming flowers to decorate the house. An ache appeared in his chest at the thought of his mother, she was the only family he had and vice versa, he knew his death would destroy her. "I have to get out of here." He said to himself. He looked below the window and realized he was about twenty five feet above the ground, it would be almost im
His Angel of Death CHAPTER SIX
When she caressed him and looked into his eyes, he could have sworn to do anything for her, and he probably would have if not for Marcos interrupting them. 'I guess I should thank him for that' he thought as he looked sideways at the brooding man. Marcos was clenching the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white, his jaw was clenched and his eyes were squinted. Xavier felt threatened by the waves of anger coming off Marcos. Before they started the drive, Marcos had simply said, "I just need one wrong move as an excuse and you will be dead. Please, don't disappoint." Xavier planned on disappointing him, he had an inkling that there was something going on between Marcos and Chiara and he was not going to get caught in their lovers' spat or whatever it was. He had noticed the way Marcos looked at Chiara and he knew Marcos loved her, the man glared at him whenever he turned his head and Xavier did his best to stay quiet and still. He had admi
His Angel of Death CHAPTER SEVEN
Chiara smiled as she felt the wind blow against her. She weaved through the traffic on her Ducati panigale V4, she had gotten it two years ago and she enjoyed riding it whenever she could. The vibration of the bike against her body, the bike rising high and going low in few seconds when speeding down a slope, made her feel alive. It was too open and it made her an easy target, so it was not safe for her line of work, hence she seldomly rode it. She removed her helmet and removed her leather gloves as she got down from the bike. She smoothed down her pants and patted the small pistol she had hidden by her hips, below her belt. She looked at the house, it was a duplex with a white picket fence around it and many other houses just like it were in the neighborhood. She had always thought the white picket fence to be stupid, 'what is the essence of a fence that a three year old can easily climb?' she thought. She knocked on the door and put on the most cheerful smile she could portr
His Angel of Death CHAPTER EIGHT
The next day, Chiara left the house early to work on some business. Vincent, a client of hers threw a fuss and killed two of her soldiers when he found out that his gun shipment was incomplete. Marcos had been there to supervise the transaction, so he stopped the gunfight which killed two of their soldiers and one of Vincent's men. Vincent had demanded a compensation for the missing merchandise, so Marcos arranged a meeting between Chiara and Vincent. It had caused a little mess and she had to resolve it before Leonardo got a whiff of it. Chiara observed the warehouse as she walked in. She noted the number of men around and their positions, she knew immediately that something was wrong. She was greatly outnumbered, she had brought only six men, her five bodyguards and Marcos but there were about twenty men with her client, some were strategically placed in hidden corners while the rest were out in the open. "Good morning, Vincent. It seems we have a problem." Sh
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