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My eyes blinked open, there was no light in the room, and my eyesight would be eternally grateful for that.

Two large tatted arms were securely wrapped around my body, and when my eyes adjusted, I saw Angel.

His usual light eyes were closed, his deep brown hair scattered over his face, and he was completely relaxed.

I remained there watching him sleep soundly; I had never seen him seem so calm and adorable.

I grinned at how vulnerable he appeared to be at the moment.

If only I could take a picture.

That's when I came up with the best idea I've had all day.

Your day hasn't even started dumbaśs.

Since my phone was left at home, I gently reached over to the side and took his.

I took a photo of him while angling myself as gently as possible.

I quietly giggled and texted the photo to me on his phone, as I read my contact name a blush spread over my cheeks.

I replaced the phone on the table and I flipped back over to see Angel's light eyes staring at me.

I gave him a cheeky smile and swung around to face him.

As we lay peacefully together, his arms were still wrapped around me.

My gaze skimmed his features, seeing that his normally clean shaved jaw had begun to develop a light stubble, which could only be seen if you were as close to him as I was.

My hand moved on its own and brushed its fingers over his bristly jaw instinctively.

His palm captured mine and slid it away as he put his two large hands around my waist and pulled me on top of him.

My hands curled themselves around his neck instinctively, and my legs straddled him.

I bent down to Angel, buried my face in his neck, ignoring the pits of butterflies bursting in my stomach.

His head rested on my shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my waist and traced circles over my hips with his fingers.

"Sei perfetto." He whispers in my neck, his morning voice moved me to another world.

Translation; You're perfect.

I move my head back and face him.

"I think you should teach me Italian." I comment seriously.

He smirks and tilts his head at me.

"Why would I do something like that?" He asks slyly, his voice deep and husky.

"Do you like it when I don't understand what you're saying most of the time?" I ask.

A deep hum rumbles in his chest, I shake my head at him amused.

"You seem to be in a good mood." I mention tracing my fingers further down his chest.

He rolls his eyes and runs his hand under the shirt I was wearing.

"Only because you're here." He mumbles quietly.

I giggle and close my eyes calmly as his fingers trail up my body.

I couldn't concentrate whenever he touched me, it sent me into a haze.

I believe he was aware of it as well.

His hands slid up my sides until they landed on them.

They came to a halt there, and the torture began.

His fingers began tickling my sides, and I squirmed beneath him, my giggles and complaints filled the room's silence.

"Angel!" I let out a squeal as he proceeded with his torturous assault.

I moved my position and sprung from his bed, making a fast line for the bathroom door.

I smiled confidently as I closed and locked the door behind me.

I heard his deep chuckle on the other side of the door and I shook my head at him.

As if it had just hit me the swarming pain between my legs hit me like a damn truck.

I winced and limped over to the toilet as I did my business and then cleaned myself up a bit.

I removed the cap from the mint gargle bottle that had been left on the counter and used it to rinse my mouth.

After that, I quickly adjusted my hair and returned to the door.

Angel was nowhere to be seen when I returned, so I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around.

I walked up to the closed curtains and pulled them open, squinting at the bright sun shining through.

Bad Idea.

I turned away from the windows and sank back down on the bed, flattening myself on it.

My eye was drawn to the black sweatpants I'd brought with me, so I stood up and slipped them on before returning to his bed.

Angel came back into the room a while later, his hair damp, telling me he had just showered.

He approached me and extended his hand for me to take, which I did.

I stepped up and inhaled deeply of his alluring scent, a perfect blend of male body wash, mint, and his signature cologne.

As he began to go towards the door, his hand softly tugged on mine.

I went behind him, having awoken from my daze.

He led us to an elevator and pressed the button, his thumb gently rubbing my skin as he read the expensive watch on his wrist.

The elevator doors opened, and he led us inside before closing them and pushed the last button.

As the doors opened, a ding sound emerged from the speakers above, revealing the massive garage of expensive sports cars.

I grinned as I examined the familiar cars.

We stepped out, and Angel started heading over to the usual car he takes, but I tugged his hand and stopped him.

"Can we take the red one?" I ask him hopefully.

He nods and looks down at me.

I clap my hands excitedly and walk over to the area where all of the keys were.

I took the car keys and walked over to the stunning beauty.

Angel walked over to my side and opened the door for me, and I entered. After locking the door, he strode over to his side and entered.

I happily relaxed back in my seat as the engine roared to life.

He sped out of the doors and drove straight onto his street.

We drove for a while until he made it to a Dunkin Donuts.

I smiled happily as he went through the drive-thru.

"Order?" He asks me as we made it to the speaker.

I told him my order and he told the lady on the other side.

After that, Angel had paid and we waited patiently for the coffee and food.

It arrived and Angel handed me the bag and cups, I took them from him and placed them on my lap as he sped out.

I opened the bag and smiled as I saw the creamy bagel.

Food is life.

I sighed as I sipped my iced coffee and felt the delicious substance hit my taste buds.

I then turned to Angel and put the straw to his lips; he opened his mouth and took the straw between his lips, sucking the contents while keeping his attention on me.

As a sensuous aching emerged between my legs, I blushed and moved away from him.

I returned to the drink and sipped it once more before placing it in the cupholder.

We sat in comfortable silence for the rest of the ride while I continued to eat.

Angel had parked at the curb when we arrived at my house.

As I gathered my belongings, the engine continued to run.

When I switched my glance to Angel, he locked his stare on me, his head cocked to the side.

I gave him a gentle smile and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He chuckled and embraced me with his arms, his head buried in my neck.

"Thank you, Angel."

"For?" He mumbles.

I leaned back and placed my head in front of his.

"Everything." I mutter pressing my lips on his.

He kisses me back, and I smile into the kiss.

We pull away and he smirks as he pats my hip.

"See you tomorrow, moonlight." He said kissing my cheek and pulling away.

I smiled softly as I stepped out of the car and walked straight to my front door.

Angel hadn't driven away yet as he waited for me to enter the house; I waved at him again as I walked in through the front door.

When I heard the noise of a car speeding down the street, I quietly closed my door.

As I turned around, a hand wrapped around my mouth and the feel of something cold sat against my temple, my eyes widened and my heart sank to the floor.

"If you scream, I'll shoot." The familiar cold voice threatened.

I took a deep breath and hastily nodded my head.

His hand slowly slipped away from my mouth, and he shoved me against the wall beside my front door.

The man's eyes were the exact ones that had threatened me the other day.

As his masked face hovered over mine, I took a deep breath to try to calm my racing heart.

"The boss wants the money earlier." He says as he drives the gun farther into my temple.

I bit my lower lip in pain but kept my guard up.

"At Grove Hill Park, Wednesday at 8 p.m." He informs me.

"If you even dare to tell anyone to follow you, we'll make sure you watch your cousin and friends die."

"Understand, princess?" He gritted out and dug the rifle into my temple, I felt small drops of blood run down the side of my head.

I gave a quick nod and took a long breath.

A knock came from the front door, and his hand immediately went over my lips.

"Hey Daisy, It's Francis. Are you home?" Francis's voice called over the other side of the door.

As I heard his voice, tears streamed down my cheeks, and I hoped terribly that he would come in.

"Don't say anything, princess, or I'll shoot you." He informs me.

He backs away while aiming the gun at my head, then quickly turns around and exits the back door.

When the doorbell rang again, I dragged my sweaty palms over my pants and walked up to the front door.

I forced a fake smile onto my lips and quickly opened it.

Francis stood there, staring down at his shoes, his eyes then shot up and a smirk rested on his lips.

When he saw my face, that was quickly wiped away.

As I stared at his worried expression, I frowned.

What was wrong?

"Daisy, what happened to your head?" He asks worriedly.

Fùck, I forgot about that.

I laughed and waved him off.

"I just fell down the stairs, that's why it took me so long to get to the door." I say smiling.

He rolls his eyes and steps forward.

"Let me clean it for you." He suggests.

I sigh and nod letting him come into the house.

He walks in confidently and walks straight to the kitchen.

"Yeah, just come right on in," I murmur and he chuckles.

Before returning to him, I lock the front door and close it.

"Where's your first aid stuff?" He asks.

I point to the cabinet under the kitchen, he reaches over and takes the treatment out.

I take a seat at the counter and wait for him to join me.

"So, why did you come over here?" I ask him as he starts to dab the rubbing alcohol onto the cotton balls.

"I was going for a walk, wanted to see if you would come." He says shrugging.

He starts dabbing at the wound and I flinch at the sting.

"Sorry." He mumbles as he dabs the cut.

"Have you found any girls here that have piqued your interest?" I asked, wiggling my brows at him.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

His green eyes look into mine before he rolls them and takes another cotton ball.

"Sunshine, I'm gay." He informs me.

What's with all these nicknames.

"Well, any boys?" I ask smiling.

He snickers as he applies a white patch bandage on my cut and pats it down.

"No, no boys." He answers.

I thank him and he nods at me putting the contents in the rubbish.

I get down off of the counter and cross my arms over my chest.

"I never would have guessed you were gay; you appear to be the type of guy who breaks girls' hearts and then steps all over the pieces," I say honestly.

"That was specific." He mumbles as he approaches me.

"I've watched too many movies." I mention shrugging my shoulders.

"Who's to say I don't do the same thing with men?" He says smirking.

I let out a gasp and smack his shoulder.

"Fransisco the player," I exclaimed, excited.

He gives me a 'what the fùck' look before chuckling.

I follow him over to the front entrance, where he opens the door and turns to face me.

"Still up for that walk?" I ask him.

He sighs and turns to face his home.

"I'd better not, my sister just got home." He says, a small frown on his face.

"Okay, I'll see you at school tomorrow?" I ask him.

He nods and gives me a small smirk.

"Later, Daisy." He says and walks down the steps.

I took a step back and breathed deeply as I closed the front door.