Page 55 of The Diávolos: Part One
I knew then that I had to do everything in my power to keep her safe. Protect her.
I’m mad at myself for putting her at risk. I’ve kept her away for three weeks, terrified to endanger her again. We were so close to being caught because of my recklessness. I should never have brought her back to the club.
I constantly find myself gravitating toward her and it pisses me the fuck off. I wanted to play it safe and not get attached, but my heart and mind are at odds, creating a train wreck waiting to happen.
My plan was supposed to be simple. Watch her for a couple weeks to learn the ins and outs of her life, meet her, get her to fall in love with me.Easy, right?
A three-step plan that keeps throwing curve balls at me.
Even though we’d been texting since I was put on bed rest to recover, seeing her name pop up on my phone wasn’t enough anymore. I had to see her and appease the ache in my chest.
As I make my way back to my car, I’m reminded of the first night I'd seen her in person after the incident. It had been twenty-one agonizing days without her. There was no way I could keep myself from driving to her house the minute Dr. Pappas removed my bed rest order. I shouldn’t have been driving with only one arm, but fuck if I would’ve stayed home knowing that Angelica was only a short distance away.
Except, I had not anticipated her touching herself and screaming my name. I don’t really know what I expected by sneaking into her house, but it definitely wasn’tthat.
My guess was that she would be sleeping, but she was…awake. I quietly entered the house from the back door and heard moaning.Hermoans.
I immediately thought the worst, picturing her getting touched by another man, and my fists clenched so hard that my nails dug into my skin, leaving red half-moons on my palms.
The sweet sound lured me from her kitchen to the entrance of her bedroom, where I stood at the door, leaning on the frame. She didn’t notice me, and the idea of her touching herself while I watched was enough for my dick to twitch under my jeans. I was in awe.
My angel. She looked delicate, yet wild and free. Our dynamic is like that of a cat and its master. She might be my kitten, but I don’t own her, she ownsme.
And she will never stop fighting me.I like that.
I soaked in the sight of her small, athletic body, nipples poking under the slip, the hem lifted slightly above her hips.
Angelica’s fingers worked her clit, and then drove in and out of her pussy. I had to hold myself back from replacing her tiny hand with my throbbing cock. I wanted to be the one pleasuring Angelica so badly, but I needed to see how she wanted it, what she enjoyed. I couldn’t give in to the temptation to rip the straps off the nightgown she wore and tie them around her neck like a collar I could pull as I pounded my dick into her from behind.A dream that must become reality.
And then, she yelledmyname.
She thinks of me when I’m not around, and the satisfaction of knowing that I consume her thoughts and her body when she is alone is gratifying as hell.
When she had finally realized I was standing at her bedroom door, she hadn’t cowered or screamed. She merely flinched, her urge to run away apparent, but she knew there was nowhere to go.
I can see the constant battle in her mind between ‘I need to get away from him’ and ‘how can I get closer,’ and it’s bringing me to the edge of losing control.
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On my drive tomeet Dion at Xander’s restaurant, my attention keeps wandering back to Angelica and I try to suppress the thoughts. I can’t allow myself to fall for a girl I’m trying to con into marrying me. The last thing I need is to start feeling guilty for wanting to avenge my uncle’s death.
I should be focused on my family’s business, leading my men, and getting revenge.
Everything I’ve done since I was a little boy was for my family, and I can’t stop now.I won’t.
I could tell Angelica the truth, but she will never agree to marry me if she finds out that I’ve been toying with her emotions and stringing her along in a plan to use her.
She’s a feisty woman, who doesn’t take shit from anyone. So, I doubt that would end well for me.
Dion is waiting for me at the door of the restaurant when I pull up to the entrance. I’m planning to go by the warehouse to oversee the arrival of one of the shipments, and I know Dion is going to throw a fit when I tell him. He has been acting like an overprotective parent ever since I got shot and hasn’t let me do any work this past week. I asked him to take me to our meetings today so that I didn’t have to attend by phone, and he refused.
I won’t take no for an answer tonight, though. I have to be there to make sure we receive our delivery. In fear of being targeted again, I’ve been laying low, but I can’t miss this business transaction.
The Vasilakis family doesn't sell drugs. We deal in arms trafficking, and the import and export of several of the most dangerous weapons in the world. Our clients are mainly criminal enterprises, but I’m trying to secure bigger agreements, and this meeting is worth almost three hundred million dollars.
If all goes well, my organization will be discreetly supplying guns and ammunition to the army.
Not only will this make my family and its people richer, but it will also allow me to control more of the streets and have leverage over my rivals, especially Peter.
