“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.
Angel walked down the hallway to her office, her pencil skirt giving her the bit of power she was feeling. She had no clue how to address her dad, but she knew that she’d have to. Now, after resting for a day in body and mind, she knew she would have to say something. Hopefully, in private, but she wasn’t above making her dad a public issue among the men either. She sat down at her desk and took a sip of her coffee before starting up her computer. She had some final details she needed to go over before she dealt with her dad though. Once her computer was going, she logged into her files, pulling up some statements for the clubs. After fifteen minutes though, a knock on her door caused her to look up. “Dad?” she said, looking at the sheepish man standing before her. “May I come in, Angelina?” She really wanted to say no because she wasn’t ready to deal with him but instead, she waved her hand for him to enter. “Please have a seat.”
Damian watched the woman he cared way too strongly for walk down to the car that had been brought to place by one of her men sometime throughout the night. Only when he was sure she was safely driving home to get ready for her day, did he go back inside to get ready for his. He had told her things were over and finalized with her sister, and boy, could he tell how pissed she was, though she never said a word. But he was curious if she had picked up on what that meant for her. He wasn’t the ‘over-the-top’ type in showing his feelings for her, but she had to at least see there was something there. That meant he would need an exceptional date to take her on. At this point, he would have asked her sister or her dad, but by the sound of things, her dad might not be the best person to get involved. As he jumped in the shower, he let his mind wander. Memories of the night merged with thoughts about their first time together and he knew it would be amazing. He let out a gr
Inside, Damian swore at the feel of her lips against his. He knew she didn’t like people going behind her back, and he honestly didn’t blame her. He also didn’t want to be the one to tell her, and hadn’t expected her to come right and ask about the deal with Rosa. In hindsight, he should have known better, should have known that she wasn’t the type of female, or sister, to let Rosa get hurt. Of course, she would deny herself if that meant her sister wouldn’t feel pain. It was a trait he admired in her. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and lifted her up, her legs locking around his waist as his hands moved to cup her ass. As she molded tightly against him, he had to question whether she truly couldn’t sense just how well they fit together; how perfect they were. It really felt like her body was made for him. And like that, he carried her to his room and laid her down on the bed, his lips moving from hers to her soft neck. Her hold around him loosen
His eyes ran over her, she could feel them everywhere and she looked at him again. She knew she looked a sight, but she also knew she couldn’t go to a hospital, at least not right now. “Damian,” she whispered, and he quickly had his arms around her. He lifted her up and took her straight to his bathroom, sitting her down on the counter. “Angelina, what happened?” “I had a fight…..with my dad….it was nasty.” She tried hard to fight the stuttering, but she knew it wasn’t working. “Okay, you had a bad fight with your dad, but I don’t think he would have done this.” She shook her head, her hands resting on his arms still holding onto her. “N…no…I left…angry…drove….car dead…and gang…” He wrinkled his brows as he tried to piece together what her jumbled words meant. Seeing her like this was outright confusing. This was not the powerhouse of a woman he knew and seeing her like this was terrifying. She blinked at him once, th
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