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I didn't sleep. I stayed up the entire fucking night. The only thing on my mind was Angel.

He left.

He fucking left me.

I was still pissed- no- livid. I could fucking strangle Angel right now. The moment I have him back where I want him shit will not be fucking sweet and that's a promise.

I haven't been able to calm down ever since he left. My first initial thought was to run after his little ass and have a little fun, since I love a good chase. But I decided I was going to let him think he won for a bit, regardless if it took everything in me to do otherwise.

He thinks he's gotten away, which is only foolish of him. Well, I can't blame him for being stupid and running away because he's not aware of who I am just yet. But fuck, it seems as if what I've made clear to him has done nothing.

I tried to take it easy. I've been treating Angel a lot better than I would have anyone else. I don't tolerate an ounce of shit from anybody and let them get away with it. Not even my own parents. But I made the mistake of making him pay a minor price for his defiance when I should have fucked him up like I wanted to.

Now that I think about it, that's obviously what Angel wants. He wants to keep doing shit to piss me off so I can fuck his ass up. If that is the case, he can do that all he wants. But in time, he will regret it. He is ignorant of my power right now. But he will know.

Now on the other hand, I'm not sure what the fuck I'm going to have to do to get him back to me. And as we move along I don't know how many times I'm going to have to fuck him up, or how many people I have to kill in order to keep him in line and with me where he belongs. But whatever it is I must do. I have to make it clear that I don't mind at all, even if it's the sickest of things.

Blood is shed by my hands alone daily. It is my job. To hunt. To kill. To hold power. To have control over any and everything. And most importantly, . That is all I know, it is what I've been taught.

Angel is what I'm after. He's what I want. I won't let anything get in my way of having him. My parents have planted this very saying into my head since I was a small child. 'You want something, it is yours, so take it.'

And that's what I'm doing to Angel. I'm taking him. He is mine and I'm not taking no for an answer. Ever.

I sighed as I still paced back and forth in my bedroom, the wooden floor creaking with every step I took. My dry and bloody palm was itching. It was itching to hurt someone, anyone. I growled in frustration and blindly reached for a lamp which just so happened to be near me and threw it at the wall. The glass now lies on the floor shattered to pieces, just like the window was.

I'm not even going to bother to get the shit fixed until Angel is back because it is the least of my worries. I can fuck up anything in this house and have it back in less than a day. Right now, the only thing I'm worried about is figuring out how I'm going to get him back.

Fuck. I regret not going after him sooner. I should have chased his little ass and fucked him up on the spot when I found him for fucking trying me. See. This boy has me acting like I'm some fucking idiot. Any other time I would have acted, not let him run. That is another fucking mistake I've made. I don't make mistakes.

This is pissing me the fuck off.

My lips pressed into a thin line as my fists clenched. I took a deep breath, looking around briefly to try and find something else to fucking chuck at my wall, but I quickly came to change my mind. I need to calm down. I won't be able to think straight if I keep throwing shit around like a dumb fuck.

I let out a frustrated sigh and halted my pacing, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. I rest my elbows on my knees and crossed my fingers under my chin, which were still covered in dry blood.

I sat thinking for a minute, there were plenty of things I could do. So many options to choose from. But considering the situation, I can't treat this like I normally would. This isn't a work related problem so I can't handle it like that. Mmm, well. At least not right now I can't.

After more minutes passed of me thinking of too many things that I wasn't really fond of, I finally thought of something. Angel better thank god because I was a second away from just saying fuck being rational, grabbing a gun, calling all my men and causing hell in this entire fucking state until I got what the fuck I was after.

I won't have to do that this time around. Part of me was thankful I thought of something else. Not because I didn't want to do that. I have no fucking problem raising hell. I just didn't want to throw the fact that I am a dangerous man in Angel's face just yet. I don't want him to find out so easily, so quickly. I want it to become a slow realization. The result is always better.

I got up from my bed, thinking of the perfect person I had in mind to take care of this for me. After exiting my room, I slowly descended down my spiral case of stairs and eventually reached my office. When I reached it, I took out my set of keys and unlocked the door. I'm the only one that has access to this room, not even my guards or any other workers that are usually here are permitted to enter. This is where I take care of all my business regarding my family, my company, and my club. Which are all private matters. I can not risk letting someone else have access to this room.

I maneuvered myself into my leather black chair and immediately picked up the phone which was built in just for my office alone. I dialed the secretary of my hotel company's number and held the phone up to my ear, waiting impatiently.

The phone rang three times before I heard her voice. "H-hello? Mr. Donovan you're off f-for the week. How come-?"

"Don't ask questions that don't have shit to do with you. I just need you to me a favor, Holland." I told her straight up. I don't have time for a fucking conversation. Fuck. She always wants to run her mouth.

She toned it down in less than a second. As she should. "W-what would y-you like me to do for you, Mr. D-Donovan?" The fuck is she stuttering for? I rolled my eyes as I gazed at my nails, growing bored.

"I want you to do research on a boy named Angel Decker. When his file comes up, send everything to me. I don't want anything left out. This needs to be done within the next 2 hours. Send it to my email when you're done." I got straight to the point, wanting to wrap this up as soon as possible.

"I- okay I-" I ended the call without letting her finish. Bitch just say yes sir and go on about your day. I'm fucking irritable right now. The last thing I need is this broad pestering me with her voice.

After hanging up the phone with Holland, I spent the next hour and a half in my office going over files, conversing with other business owners and arranging deals. Basically anything work related to keep my mind off of Angel for a while.

It didn't really work too well, honestly. He still managed to consume my every fucking thought. But doing something alongside just thinking about him helped my anger subside a little bit.

I had just gotten done writing a 20,000 dollar check to some organization that I didn't care enough to remember the name of when I'd finally gotten that call back from Holland. I checked my watch, making sure she finished with the time I gave her. She did. And she was right on time too.

I kept myself composed as I picked up the ringing phone, holding it up to my ear. "Yes?"

"I've gathered all of this Angel Decker's information. I just sent his file to your email. If you go check right now it should be there." She confirmed. My mood settled just a little bit at her words.

"Thank you, Holland. You get a raise for this." I said, hanging up immediately and cracking open my laptop. I opened the email icon and saw she had indeed sent exactly what I asked for.

She may be an annoying bitch, but she knows how to do what the fuck she's told without being corrected and that's what I like. Now all I need is for Angel to do the same, and everything else will fall into place.

I opened the file, studying it and scanning over every single detail that was on it. I don't want to miss a damn thing.

NAME: ANGEL CLARICE DECKER

AGE: 18

BIRTHDATE: NOVEMBER 17th, 2001

STATE BORN: NC

STATE PRESENT: CA

SEX: M

RACE: CAUCASIAN

SIBLINGS: NONE

BIRTH MOTHER: MARISSA NICHOLE ORTEGA

BIRTH FATHER- MARSHALL JAMES DECKER

IN CUSTODY OF: MARISSA NICHOLE ORTEGA

PHONE NUMBER: ***-***-****

HOME ADDRESS: 5688 WEST GATE ROAD

EMPLOYMENT: NOT EMPLOYED

EDUCATION: PALOS VERDES PENINSULA HIGH

I of course took in all the important information first. It was all valuable to me, but my main priority was to dig for the information that revealed his contact information and his location...I got just what I wanted.

Instead of using my office phone, I chose to use my personal cell to call him. I looked back at my computer and scrolled back up to where it had his phone number visible again.

I entered the digits into my cellular device and waited for Angel to pick up. If he doesn't answer the first time, I will call him over and over again until he does.

And if he ends up not answering at all, then I might have to consider the option I was really close to deciding on earlier. But it seems like I didn't have to do that because as if Angel heard my thoughts, he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" My dick hardened at his voice.

"Hey, beautiful. You ran out on me the other day." I said lowly, knowing I caught him by surprise. I bit my lip as I heard him speak again.

"Z-Zhayne?"

I sighed deeply. "Mhm. You don't sound too pleased about the fact that I called. I don't know how I feel about that, baby." I responded.

I can practically sense his frightened state. In a way I liked that he was scared of me. To me, that was a sign of submission. Complete and utter submission is what I need from this boy.

"I- h-how did you get my n-number?" He inquired, his voice wavering like he was going to cry. The corner of my mouth lifted, making a small smile appear on my face.

"I know everything about you now, Angel." I answered him simply, picking up a pen and tapping it against my desk. He swallowed thickly, his breath stuttering.

"I-I am going to call the p-police, Z-Zhayne. L-leave me alone....I-I'm warning you." He could barely even speak. I internally laughed at his statement. As if the police were going to keep me away from him. I've been through worse and faced much scarier things in my lifetime. Police are like the scum of the earth to me and can very easily be dealt with in just one snap of my fucking fingers.

"Empty threat." I clicked my tongue. "But go ahead, call the police Angel. See what they can do for you." I said to him tauntingly. I know he's not going to do it. Even if he were to actually call them then I'd be all for it. I'd have to murder a lot of people but I could care less. It wasn't like killing people is not something I haven't grown used to doing, as it's apart of my daily life and has been for many years now.

"I-I'll do it Z-Zhayne."

"Then go ahead. Don't chat and not do anything. I don't like that. Do as you please, I'm not holding you up." I told him honestly, waiting patiently for the line to end. A larger part of me was hoping he took that route. But as I expected, that moment never came. I only heard his unsteady breaths.

"That's what the fuck I thought."

"I-Zhayne please. I-I'm begging you."

"Please what?" I questioned him. I gave him a chance already to treat me with respect and to do as he's told. "I told you already, Angel. You always have a choice. But if your choices put me at a motherfucking disadvantage then there will be fucking consequences. Do you not fucking recall me telling you this?"

I heard his breath hitch as some shuffling was going on as well. "Y-yes. Look I'm s-sorry I- know I shouldn't have run away but...but-"

"No fucking excuses. I don't want to hear that shit because it's only going to piss me off more." I said as I got up from my chair. "I'm coming to get you, Angel."

A very audible gasp was heard. "Y-y-you know where I live?! O-oh god I-I think I'm going to be sick." He whimpered, beginning to genuinely cry.

"I already said I know everything about you."

"Z-Zhayne." He said between hiccups. "I-"

"Didn't I just say I don't want to hear any excuses?" I pressed. Angel let out a broken sigh mixed with a cry at my response.

His cute little voice dropped to a broken whisper. "I'm s-sorry." It went in one ear and out the other. I sighed and used my built in security system to lock up the mansion as I reached my garage.

I don't want to take time contemplating on which car I want to drive. I grabbed the first set of keys I saw on one of the multiple hooks and pressed the button to see which car lit up. I hummed in approval as my matte black Rolls Royce was the selection.

"I don't want to hear an apology Angel. You could have avoided this situation but you've provoked me to this point. I gave you simple directions that you simply did not follow. You blatantly disobeyed me despite what I said. Therefore, I will make sure you pay for it." I climbed into the car. I turned on my maps and put in Angel's address so it could direct me to his house. I grabbed my garage remote from the passengers seat and pressed the button to open it so I can back out.

"Now with that being said. I want you to pack up enough clothes to last for about a week. You're going to be staying with me." I pulled out, closing my garage back up.

He sniffled. "Okay." He whimpered. And that was all he better had said. He has no choice but to comply. He's just going to make everything harder for himself if he continues to try and resist me because I won't fucking have it.

"Stay on the phone with me until I get there, baby. Go ahead and start packing. I'll be right here. Don't even think about leaving or doing some other stupid shit because I will track you down wherever you go. And I'm pissed enough already, do not make it worse."

"Y-yes." Was all he said before I heard what sounded like was him getting up from bed.

"Just out of curiosity." I started, staring pointedly at the long highway ahead of me as I sped above the speed limit. "Why did you run from me. Did you think I wasn't going to find you?"

"I-I didn't t-think anything. All I wanted to do was leave. I-I couldn't be there with you. I didn't want to."

I tilted my head at his answer. "It didn't matter what you wanted. We made a deal, right Angel?"

"Yes...we did."

"Okay then. You were wrong for leaving. You didn't hold up your end of the deal, which means I get to reconsider sparing Nasir if I'd like." I said to him, eager for his response to that. But much to my dismay, he said nothing. All I got was a wavered sigh. Though he didn't respond to that aloud, I know it killed him to hear me say that. That bothered the fuck out of me. Nasir will have to be dealt with, soon.

I sighed as I approached the city. I got here in less than 10 minutes when it usually takes 15 to 20. "Z-Zhayne?"

"Yes, baby?"

"W-why are you doing this?"

Good question. "Why am I doing this? The reason why is simple. You shouldn't even have to ask because I've already made that clear. I want you. I'm obsessed with you. I don't care that you don't want me because regardless, I won't take no for an answer. You're mine." I told him truthfully, not even caring enough to think before I spoke. "I'm pulling up." I said without letting him speak another word and I ended the call.

I pulled up to the front of his house. As soon as it came into view I studied it carefully. I'm satisfied with how it looks so far, at least on the outside. It wasn't too big or too small, seems like it's a nice and spacious home. I'm glad Angel is living in a decent environment.

I pushed my hair out of my eyes as I got out of my car, shutting and locking the vehicle behind me. I walked up to his door in long, patient strides. I'm not a fan of doorbells so I just settled on knocking. If he doesn't answer within 30 seconds I'm busting the fucking door down and I will drag his ass out here if I have to.

I didn't have to do that though because as soon as the 30 second mark hit, the door opened...and I wasn't at all disappointed with what I saw. I tried ignoring how the blood rushed to my dick at the sight of the beauty.

Angel stood there timidly, looking irresistible as ever. He wore an oversized t-shirt that was big, so it only hung over one shoulder. And he had on some tiny pajama shorts that I could see peaking out from the bottom of his shirt very vaguely.

Stepping closer to him, I lifted his chin and pressed a chaste kiss to his plump little lips. My body automatically exploded in goosebumps as I made contact with him. That feeling was still so foreign to me. No ones ever made me feel so fucking weird like this. But Angel did. I want more of it. "Let me in." I murmured softly, pulling back.

He withdrew his eyes from mine and moved away from me slightly, attempting to escape my touch. But he was unsuccessful because I grabbed him by his hips and forced him against me. I made him look into my eyes again. "Let me in." I repeated, this time in a more stern tone.

Angel looked up at me, his big blue eyes sparkling with fresh tears. I feel not an ounce of guilt. I know I'm the reason for them but I can't find myself feeling bad. If only he'd listen to me then we wouldn't be here right now. "Say something Angel, I'm getting impatient." I said, wiping the single tear that managed to slip.

"M-my room is upstairs." He responded and began to chew on his lip nervously. I smirked, letting go of his waist and instead grabbing his hand in mine. I quietly closed the door behind me with my free hand.

"Lead the way, pretty."

Angel was hesitant, but he slowly started to walk ahead of me. I had to tear my eyes away from his ass as he sauntered up the stairs in front of me. Fuck, if I kept it up I would have ended up taking him right here in his mother's home. And I wouldn't give two flying fucks about being disrespectful. But I'll wait for that. For now.

Not long after we reached a short hallway and he directed me toward a door that was on the end. He opened it and walked in, me following hot on his heels. I let his hand go and sat on the foot of his bed.