Angel sucked in a breath as he eyes stayed glued to him, not sure how or why he would be feeling like that, and she wasn’t all too sure she wanted to fight it. She liked the thought of a hand that should be at the small of her back skimming and cupping her ass; or, the thought of a hand upon her shoulder moving to the back of the neck to grab it or even massage it. And all of those thoughts and feelings were dangerous.
They pulled up to the Ritz and he helped her out before giving the keys to the valet. And as he put his hand on her back, she smirked and whispered, “if your hand happens to wander downward to grab the ass, I won’t object. Or, if you find you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I won’t frown upon it.” He sucked in a breath as he heard that. Now, that was an open invitation.
They walked through the doors and his hand skimme
“Angel?” Angel pulled her attention away from the couple she was having a conversation with and turned to the voice. And Damian felt the stiffness go through out her body. His own attention turned to the man and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Angel’s dad start making his way over to them. “Yes, Mr. Mancottii?” “You look lovely this evening. Just like the daughter of the Don should be, gorgeous and stunning and that’s it.” Hell, even Damian felt the hit below the belt on that one. “Don’t you agree son?” Damian finally took notice of the man who had walked up, but Angel didn’t seem surprised, like had already clocked him there.
She leaned back in her office chair as she re-read the paperwork for the third time. She had managed to get a copy of the guest list for the party a couple days ago, but unfortunately, there were a few names unknown to her, even in the world she knew. And that was a problem for her. Those eyes she felt, she wasn’t certain if it was for her, or for the man at her side; the man, that in a way, she was protecting. She tossed the papers back on her desk, frowning again. If she wanted information on those names she didn’t know, she was going to have to dig. And it wasn’t that she minded, but that all took time too. She tapped her pen on her desk and then called her brother, waiting for him to pick up. “Yes Angel?”
“Thank for you seeing me, Mr Bellalini.” Antonio just lifted an eyebrow at Damian and poured them each a glass of whiskey. He sat it down in front of the other man before walking to his chair on the other side of his desk. “No need for thanks and no need to be formal. What is on your mind, Damian?” “Your daughter.” Antonio just lifted a brow at that for he didn’t believe this young man’s issue had to do with Rosa. “What did Rosa do?” Damian slowly shook his head as he took a sip of his whiskey and Antonio smiled; finally they were getting somewhere. “Ah, Angel, okay, what did she do?” Antonio asked, taking his own sip.  
She stood at the VIP bar, her leather clad legs getting attention from most of the men up there. And yes, it was flattering but she knew once she turned around, they would all look away. None of her scars showed from the back, which is why her top was gold and backless. She swirled her straw in the glass, smiling at the bartender as he nodded. “Good crowd,” he said. “Always is. Some high rollers in tonight.” “I saw.” “Take good care of them Stevie,” she told her bartender as she looked at him. &nbs
“I apologize Damian, if you will please go back with my…” she paused and her eyes opened wide and it was clear the thoughts going through her mind but before he could stop her, she started again. “If you could go back to the VIP section while I handle this. I need to go take care of my realm. Frank will show you the way.” “Of course.” She nodded and left him alone. He stood there for a few moments though, making no move to follow Frank as his mind was still replaying that fucking hot ass kiss and he sure didn’t want to let it go. ----- She watched the two young thugs for a few moments before she walked over, tapping the one who looked to be in charge on the shoulder. He turned around, his eyes traveling up from her heels, over her
Angel stayed outside for a few minutes to compose herself and her thoughts. As the boss, you didn’t question when someone told you to do something. And if he liked it or not, Angel was Damian’s boss and he had better start listening. Oh, she knew he was curious, how could you not be? But that didn’t mean that you didn’t listen when someone said something. This could have gone a lot worse and if something happened, well it was on her head. She was supposed to be protecting him, not putting him in danger because he was curious. She licked her lips as she walked over to him, a brow lifted. She was having a hell of a time with people ignoring her and she knew she was about to blow. “The next time I fucking say stay inside, I should be listened t
Two days later, Angel was sitting at her desk, her fingers running over her lips, her thoughts still focused on what Damian had told her. Right after he had said that, she had taken him home and nothing more was said. But he had told her when, not if, they were together; when, so a promise. And Lord help her, that was a promise she was wanting him to keep! And she had always thought that domineering men would be something she couldn’t stand, that for her, she needed men to bow to her whim, not the other way around. But she wouldn’t lie, his words, how they were spoken, had her body pinning for more, and soon. Now she was smart enough to know that it was only that man that brought that out, that no one else ever could or would. And deep down, a place where she didn’t want to examine too closely, told her that made him special and made just for her.
That night, Angel walked into her parent’s house, smiling at Rosa and then gave her mom a kiss. God, she was really dreading this talk, although she needed it to be done. She trusted no one but Jr in this. Anything could go wrong and she needed to have those who had her back behind her. But she also knew that computer programs weren’t untraceable and anyone could follow Jr’s tracking, and therefore he would be in trouble. “Mamma, dov'è papà (Mama, where is dad)?” “In the office, sweetie.” “Thanks,” she called out to her mom as she walked to the back part of the house where his office was. She took a deep breath, knocked, and waite
Angel still saw see red as she drove down the street, her mind frazzled over that encounter. That wasn’t like her dad, which was why she was all the more confused. And again, had that been anyone but him, they would have paid dearly for it. More than likely, she would have cut off their tongue or hands. Though she had no problem beating anyone into respecting her, family included, she struggled to do that with her dad, never once thinking he would be so disrespectful.But she knew deep down, where she didn’t want to admit, that he could be the one person she wouldn’t touch. And being who she was, that wasn’t acceptable. Father or not, he was no longer the man running the show; she was, and he needed to know his place. Of course, that meant it was up to her to show him. Just for a moment, as she pulled up to the light, she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She waited for a few seconds before she opened them again and looked around, her brow crinkling. She knew the are
That night, Angel walked into her parent’s house, smiling at Rosa and then gave her mom a kiss. God, she was really dreading this talk, although she needed it to be done. She trusted no one but Jr in this. Anything could go wrong and she needed to have those who had her back behind her. But she also knew that computer programs weren’t untraceable and anyone could follow Jr’s tracking, and therefore he would be in trouble. “Mamma, dov'è papà (Mama, where is dad)?” “In the office, sweetie.” “Thanks,” she called out to her mom as she walked to the back part of the house where his office was. She took a deep breath, knocked, and waite
Two days later, Angel was sitting at her desk, her fingers running over her lips, her thoughts still focused on what Damian had told her. Right after he had said that, she had taken him home and nothing more was said. But he had told her when, not if, they were together; when, so a promise. And Lord help her, that was a promise she was wanting him to keep! And she had always thought that domineering men would be something she couldn’t stand, that for her, she needed men to bow to her whim, not the other way around. But she wouldn’t lie, his words, how they were spoken, had her body pinning for more, and soon. Now she was smart enough to know that it was only that man that brought that out, that no one else ever could or would. And deep down, a place where she didn’t want to examine too closely, told her that made him special and made just for her.
Angel stayed outside for a few minutes to compose herself and her thoughts. As the boss, you didn’t question when someone told you to do something. And if he liked it or not, Angel was Damian’s boss and he had better start listening. Oh, she knew he was curious, how could you not be? But that didn’t mean that you didn’t listen when someone said something. This could have gone a lot worse and if something happened, well it was on her head. She was supposed to be protecting him, not putting him in danger because he was curious. She licked her lips as she walked over to him, a brow lifted. She was having a hell of a time with people ignoring her and she knew she was about to blow. “The next time I fucking say stay inside, I should be listened t
“I apologize Damian, if you will please go back with my…” she paused and her eyes opened wide and it was clear the thoughts going through her mind but before he could stop her, she started again. “If you could go back to the VIP section while I handle this. I need to go take care of my realm. Frank will show you the way.” “Of course.” She nodded and left him alone. He stood there for a few moments though, making no move to follow Frank as his mind was still replaying that fucking hot ass kiss and he sure didn’t want to let it go. ----- She watched the two young thugs for a few moments before she walked over, tapping the one who looked to be in charge on the shoulder. He turned around, his eyes traveling up from her heels, over her
She stood at the VIP bar, her leather clad legs getting attention from most of the men up there. And yes, it was flattering but she knew once she turned around, they would all look away. None of her scars showed from the back, which is why her top was gold and backless. She swirled her straw in the glass, smiling at the bartender as he nodded. “Good crowd,” he said. “Always is. Some high rollers in tonight.” “I saw.” “Take good care of them Stevie,” she told her bartender as she looked at him. &nbs
“Thank for you seeing me, Mr Bellalini.” Antonio just lifted an eyebrow at Damian and poured them each a glass of whiskey. He sat it down in front of the other man before walking to his chair on the other side of his desk. “No need for thanks and no need to be formal. What is on your mind, Damian?” “Your daughter.” Antonio just lifted a brow at that for he didn’t believe this young man’s issue had to do with Rosa. “What did Rosa do?” Damian slowly shook his head as he took a sip of his whiskey and Antonio smiled; finally they were getting somewhere. “Ah, Angel, okay, what did she do?” Antonio asked, taking his own sip.  
She leaned back in her office chair as she re-read the paperwork for the third time. She had managed to get a copy of the guest list for the party a couple days ago, but unfortunately, there were a few names unknown to her, even in the world she knew. And that was a problem for her. Those eyes she felt, she wasn’t certain if it was for her, or for the man at her side; the man, that in a way, she was protecting. She tossed the papers back on her desk, frowning again. If she wanted information on those names she didn’t know, she was going to have to dig. And it wasn’t that she minded, but that all took time too. She tapped her pen on her desk and then called her brother, waiting for him to pick up. “Yes Angel?”
“Angel?” Angel pulled her attention away from the couple she was having a conversation with and turned to the voice. And Damian felt the stiffness go through out her body. His own attention turned to the man and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Angel’s dad start making his way over to them. “Yes, Mr. Mancottii?” “You look lovely this evening. Just like the daughter of the Don should be, gorgeous and stunning and that’s it.” Hell, even Damian felt the hit below the belt on that one. “Don’t you agree son?” Damian finally took notice of the man who had walked up, but Angel didn’t seem surprised, like had already clocked him there.