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13. Fuck Off

Author: Beauty

Last Updated: 2024-08-22 19:06:20

Angioletto's Pov

Life is always about choice. Of course God had made it in a way that fate would determine the outcome of people’s lives. But humans, as pitiful as we are, began making our own choices, and our choices stirred up anomalies in the original pattern.

When I made the choice to keep Oceane with me, I knew my choice was going to stir up great trouble. I knew they’d be blood thirsty dogs, lurking in very dark corners and waiting for the perfect time to attack.

I knew the consequences of my choice.

Oceane’s father was, after all, an evil man who had betrayed a lot of very bad men and women in this shady business. And one thing that never goes overlooked in our line of business is betrayal.

The single act of betrayal is gravely frowned upon.

And when I was contracted as the Grim reaper of the underworld to wipe out the entire generation of Dumont Augustin, they meant every single person who was directly or indirectly affiliated to him.

I failed. I failed because somehow, the un

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To Be Kidnapped And Loved By The Billionaire Assassin 27. Torture and Truths
Angioletto's PovWhen I return to the penthouse a little after noon, the soft laughter of my Oceane is the first sound that graces my ears.I stand by the door, watching her in awe while she plays around with her kitten.“Angel, you’re so hyperactive.” She coos, scooping the purring kitten into her arms.How can anyone accuse this innocent girl of a crime as grave as murder?How can anyone look at that angelic face and think evil of it?It’s all but a wonder in my mind.A smile pulling at the corners of my lips, I make a move to approach her. Two steps into the room and my feet force me to a stop when Oceane’s head cranes backwards, her eyes meeting mine.My brows pull into a furrow, my eyes moving around her delicate, yet, dented features. Regret pulls at the strings of my heart. My marks—the effects of my fist are still visible against her skin, leaving a part of her face swollen and her neck reddened.My lips pull apart, a sharp exhale escaping through the space as I give my head a
To Be Kidnapped And Loved By The Billionaire Assassin 26. The Fool
Angioletto's PovForty eight hours later.The calendar says Friday, the time reads 9:30 post meridiem. The birds and beasts of the night are at their loudest tonight, but the loudness of the organ in my chest is incomparable.I know tonight will be a long night.Whistling, I walk into the cell, a huge grin stretched across my lips when my eyes land on my newest victim. A friend. A brother. Rodrigo.I tsk. “Look who’s wide awake. Have you been anticipating my visit, my dear brother?”“Why’re you doing this to me, Angel?” Rodrigo sneers, “why aren’t you torturing me? Kill me already! Hit me if that’s what it’ll take! Do something!”“And what fun will that be?”A furrow pulls his brows, his lips sliding apart slightly. “Angel. . .”“Do you recall when you and I were so obsessed with the art of reading cards?” I ask, smiling a downturned smile. “Well, I pulled two cards today. The fool, and the wheel. Now Rodrigo, I wouldn’t want to call it the wheel of fortune just yet. Because whether i
To Be Kidnapped And Loved By The Billionaire Assassin 25. Anything for my pleasure
Angioletto's PovReluctantly walking into my penthouse, my roaming eyes land on Oceane, standing at the foot of the stairs, a smile etched at the corners of her lips, her eyes filled with so much unexplained happiness.What has got her so happy? The demon in my head whispers. The demon who has done nothing but whisper and awake evil in me, blaming Oceane for the recent disrespect and betrayal I’ve had to face from my most trusted man.The demon who hates to see Oceane happy.The demon which controls my life’s actions.“Good morning, Gio.” Oceane beams. I hum a response while throwing my key on the kitchen island.She clears her throat and begins motioning toward me in slow, sultry steps. “Have you had something to eat? I joined the cook to make breakfast this morning and I’m certain you’ll like it.”Amusement. My heart flutters in amusement, yet, I conceal it with a stoic expression. I look down at her, and our eyes connect for a brief second before I’m scanning her head to toe.Tha
To Be Kidnapped And Loved By The Billionaire Assassin 24. She's not good for you
Angioletto's PovDarkness is still paramount, and yet, I am awake—wide eyed awake.The calendar says Wednesday, the time reads 5am, the birds sing a beautiful morning song, and my heart sings a bloody song.Torture is my forte.I say I have no heart, and yet, when I’m tasked with the duty to torture offenders, I feel that dead organ of mine palpitating ridiculously.I love the thrill, and the mess.And in this moment, when I walk into the holding cell and my eyes land on the soldier who’s restrained to an iron chair, I feel a rush of blood in my veins.I am finally breathing.Walking to the end of the large room, I pull another iron chair with me, the legs scraping across the roughly plastered floor. And when I’m in front of the restrained soldier, I finally stop, throwing myself on the seat with a sigh.We stay silent—the soldier and I. It’s in
To Be Kidnapped And Loved By The Billionaire Assassin 23. Don't Stop
Angioletto's PovSilence is power.In silence, I hide the ultimate violence that brews within me, letting it mature in a place of solitary. My silence is a sound so unique.My silence are unsaid words that can only be felt—sometimes, felt rightly. Sometimes, felt wrongly. A language of the soul.Sitting in the silence of my living room, my mind drifts back to the time when I was sworn in as a made man. The time when my identity as Angioletto Luoni, the grim reaper—a specially trained assassin of the Luoni crime family was revealed.Although built like a huge, thick wall, it was my silence that unnerved people the most. With my eyes, clouded by darkness, my lips pursed in contemplation, and my brows quirked in wonder, soldiers who trained under my command, and other made men—women included—began to fear me.My silence brought about confusion.With confusion came the need for clarity—to seek out answers. And when those answers remained a mystery, fear creeped in. The fear of not knowing
To Be Kidnapped And Loved By The Billionaire Assassin 22. Ease my pain
Angioletto's PovI’m silent. I’m still startled by both her outburst and her declaration.It’s true. I’ve always known the unmistakable fiery rage that brews within Oceane, a rage that might swallow her hole, a rage that is beginning to swallow her hole. But I never thought even for a split second that her rage will manifest merely because of my absence.She likes me.My lips almost tip up at the corners from amusement. Satisfaction. Almost because I’m supposed to be aggravated with her. I’m supposed to be devising ways to punish her for bringing harm to one of my men—no one dares lay a finger on my men except me. Except I permit it.But, here I am, ready to forgive her, ready to praise her for her heartlessness. My devotion to Oceane is deadly.She likes me.Perhaps I like her too. But not in the cute way she’s picturing it. I like her so much that all I want to do is curl my fingers around her neck and choke her until she’s passed out.I like her so much that I want to prickle her
To Be Kidnapped And Loved By The Billionaire Assassin 21. Breakdown
Oceane's PovOne week later.It has been a week since I last saw Angioletto, since the events of that night.He promised never to leave, he said he’d be by my side by the time I woke up. It was all a lie. A manipulation tactic perhaps.He wasn’t there.And he’s still not here.On the first day, I had woken up too early, excitement dancing in my bloodstreams as all I could think of was to be graced with the sight of Angioletto before I had to prepare for school. He didn’t come.I waited an hour. Then two. Then three. But no one was entering my room.I had taken the initiative and gone to his room myself. Many times, I banged on the door, but still, there wasn’t any reply.“Boss left very early this morning, he has urgent business to take care of.” One of the guards had informed me after I had bruised my knuckles from knocking on the door.My spirit had weakened but I stayed hopeful. Putting a smile on my face, I dressed up and went to school.Soon after, I forgot about Angioletto’s exi
To Be Kidnapped And Loved By The Billionaire Assassin 20. Drop The Dress
Angioletto's Pov“Teach me.” Oceane suddenly declares, causing me to drag in a sharp intake of breath.“You should learn to stay away from men like me, munchkin .”“I’m so tired of being naive. I’m so tired of being a nineteen year old girl who’s just as innocent and dumb as a newly born baby. Please Gio, teach me.”I whip my head to the side to take a peek at my Oceane. Her pleading, glossy eyes meet mine and my resolve to stay away from this woman melts away.One tight nod is all I offer her as I swagger into her room and plop down on the cushion.Minutes pass before she quietly walks into the room with her head lowered as though ashamed of what is to happen.I’m not going to touch you, Oceane, do not worry about that.I want to tell her but instead, the words are swallowed. I want to play with her mind, drive her crazy with anticipation then leave her wondering why she’s so unworthy.And then, she’ll desperately desire to prove a point to me—she’ll do whatever it takes to be seen
To Be Kidnapped And Loved By The Billionaire Assassin 19. Teach Me
Angioletto's PovAnger.I feel it so deep in my bones and my bloodstreams. I feel it so deep the glare of my eyes could slice through a skin.I feel it so deep my words could cut so deep, and my temperature so high it could burn the entire world.Rage, anger, joy, happiness, jealousy, envy, confusion—these emotions have had little or no impact on me for years until her. Until Oceane. It’s like she came in and stirred up a great eruption in me.I began to feel all those unneeded emotions with great intensity. Today especially.God, the way my blood boiled when that boy’s name was mentioned—the same boy who dared put his hands on my Oceane.My innocent, innocent girl.And he dared attempt to take away her innocence. Forcefully.I didn’t know what to think when I ran into that VIP room. I had absolutely no thoughts. All I saw was red. All I saw was darkness. And all I witnessed were my monsters basking in their glory at my inability to tame my anger. Another failure.The boy didn’t deser

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