6. Angel
Chapter 6
Angel
I stepped out of the hospital with my heart beating wild inside of my chest. It’s been months since I saw Detavio. Those same raw feelings that I battled with every single day came rushing back in full effect when I stood outside of Natavi’s room listening to everything Detavio said. It crushed me, this was supposed to be a happy rejoiceful day for all of us. Right now, I wanted to crawl under the ground and hide while I cried my heart out.
The crisp night air hit my damp cheeks, cooling the warmth of my tears that I fought back in front of Natavi. Her and Monster’s baby was beyond perfect. I couldn’t take him all the way in like I wanted to because my emotions were worn down, so was my brain. My God-baby was a miracle, I felt it when his soft little fingers curled around mine like he already knew me and loved me.
The weight of everything pressed against my chest as I picked up my feet in search of my car. I swallowed down a sob that crept up my throat as I continued to search through tear-filled eyes. My heels clicked against the pavement, my heart felt too full and broken to make another step.
But then—I smelled him, felt his presence before making eye contact with him. Detavio leaned against his Maybach with two burly guards standing in front of him while he puffed casually on a cigar. Per usual, his left hand was tucked inside of his black slacks with one foot crossed over the other. His cognac, smooth skin still looked flawless, and his deep waves still looked the same from the last time I ran my fingers through them.
My breath hitched; I parted my lips instinctively to say something—I couldn’t speak. I felt the hate that radiated off of him in waves, it was thick and almost suffocating. His black eyes were sharp and hollowed out by something that I felt deep inside of my bones. I attempted to take a step forward, but stopped when I heard him chuckle evilly.
“You kill my baby, then come to see the life of another being born.” He clicked his teeth and grilled me.
“Still the same Pussy that I met damn near a year ago.” He chuckled dryly.
I wanted to curse him out, but didn’t have the guts to. I deserved whatever hateful words he had to say to me. I wanted to teach myself to hate him now because later, when everything came out and he took my deceitful father away from me…I wouldn’t be able to sleep in the same bed as him, let alone allow him to touch me.
“Good to see you…Tavio?—”
“De-tavio. That’s my fucking name, Angel… to you, you can call me Mr. Decebal.” He spat out coldly.
“O-kay,” I said lowly, unable to move.
I didn’t know if it was the night wind or the weight of regret that caused me to shiver. I gripped my coat tighter around me as my pulse pounded in my throat as I watched every muscle in his body grow rigid. His jaws clenched tightly as if he was holding back from saying something more to me.
“You chose the wrong side, Angel. You better hope that the side you chose was the right one.” Detavio stood up straight and flicked his cigar my way.
I looked down at the burning cigar for a couple of seconds too long. When I flicked my eyes up, Detavio was standing directly in front of me. His eyes burned as they raked over me slowly. I missed him so badly that I couldn’t stop my tears from falling in front of him. I wanted to explain my position and make him understand that I was still in love with him.
It wasn’t fair that he broke me down to this, yet it wasn’t fair that I made him react this way either. None of it made sense, but I had to choose my family, right or wrong. He stepped closer, like the months we spent apart meant nothing to him.
“I hate you.” He breathed me in sharply.
My body became alive as his rough fingertips trailed down my arms until his hands gripped my waist. My body betrayed me before my mind and heart went with it. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head from side to side.
“I know…I can’t give in, Detavio…you don’t understand.” I slowly opened my eyes and dropped them to the concrete.
A dry laugh left his thick lips as his hands tightened on my waist.
“Can’t? How is that when you’re already broken? I did that…not your fuckin’ father. I broke you! All of the shattered pieces to you are now inside of me! Fucking me up, Angel!” He yelled as he looked down at me.
A low sob escaped my mouth as his right hand found the band of my leggings. Detavio pushed his hand inside of my leggings, and in seconds, my panties were to the side. His cold fingers ran up and down my wet folds. My breath hitched as shamed curled in my chest. Detavio’s cold fingers pinched my clit as he used his free hand to force me to look up into his pained eyes.
“You wanted to break me, Angel. It’s working, I’m going insane…that’s never a good thing. Once you break me all the way…things will go bad,” he gritted out painfully.
It broke me apart seeing his eyes mist over. He blinked them roughly and they turned back dark. There were so many things left unsaid, so many things that was all on me which made the position we were now in my fault.
“I—I’m sorry…I miss you.” I choked out. I wanted to say more, I needed to warn him, but mentally, I checked out a while ago.
I was on the verge of cumming and breaking down in front of him. Detavio snatched his hand out of my pants and didn’t bother to steady me in front of him as I struggled to keep my balance.
“Stay the fuck away from me, before I win the game again. You don’t get to be happy. You killed my baby and turned your back on me. All the men in the world will never replace me. You’ll end up being the accomplice to their lives being ended if you keep fucking around. Men or women… Pussy.” He took steps backward.
My heart lurched because we both knew that there was never a game. Just an endless pull between us…an ache that neither of us could outrun, even if we tried. I watched him walk away with his men following close behind him. I wanted to run after him…make everything right but there was no point. My mind went back to when everything turned rotten for Detavio and I…
“I want you to stay away from Detavio, Angel.” My father stated across from me.
I refused to look at him, lately I found that hard to do. So, I gave my mother my eyes, instead of her looking at me…she looked at my father.
“I’m pregnant…I can’t—I love him,” I admitted out loud.
I couldn’t believe my own words, but once I spoke it out loud, I knew it to be true. I had fallen in love heart first with Detavio. The same man that held me captive in a room for weeks. I abandoned a house that I still paid mortgage on just to be in his space every day. Beside the explosive sex that him and I continued to have, we talked and listened to each other; the bond and chemistry between us was raw.
Detavio was a different man around me, I enjoyed teaching him how to love me properly. I saw him pay attention to the small things when it came to me, and it stood out the most.
“I can’t believe you grew up to be such a dumb ass bitch!” My father spat out coldly.
“James—” My mom gasped hard.
“Shut up!” He snapped as he cut her off.
He stunned and chilled me to the bone. My eyes left my mom’s side profile to lock eyes with my father. The more interaction that I had with my parents, the more and more I started to dislike them as a whole. The clatter of his silverware against mom’s fine China plate was the only sound in the room.
“You’ll get rid of it,” he stated calmly as he folded his hands over the table like he was delivering me his final verdict.
“And…You will never see him again,” he gritted out.
“I’m not doing neither.” I managed to get the words out before biting into my inner cheek. Why the hell did I even bother wasting time to come to a family dinner? The distance that I created between my parents and I ever since Arkville went up in flames was needed. I still hadn’t looked at them the same, it was hard to get over all the lies and fakeness.
I wanted to say some fucked up shit to my dad and my mom. The dad who raised me was not the same dad looking me dead in my eyes calling me a bitch. I decided to keep it cute and respect my parents, although they didn’t deserve any of my respect. It was insane to me how I grew up in love with the way they raised me. Only for me to grow up and despise them, their characteristics was flaw as fuck. I couldn’t view my mom as a real woman now because all she did was be weak for my father.
I grabbed the stem of my glass cup and took a sip of water, wishing for it to be something stronger. I thought about launching my glass at the center of his egg-shaped bald head but knew that disrespect wasn’t inside of me. I glanced over at my mom and shook my head in disgust. She mastered the art of vanishing in plain sight when shit got to be too much for her. Her silence to my father’s bullshit meant nothing but submission to her.
I wasn’t her… I would never be her. I sat my glass down carefully and deliberately. I was about to leave…they probably wouldn’t see me for a very long time. I was so over this shit.
“You got me fucked up, if you think that I will ever do anything that you say. I’m not her—” I pointed my finger at my mom, yet still…she didn’t bother to look up at me.
“You can be her.” A deep raspy voice from the shadows of my parent’s diner room entrance echoed.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I found it almost impossible to breathe.
“James…it seems as though she’ll be a problem for all of us. You know…how I fix problems for myself.” The raspy deep voice stated slowly.
He still hadn’t appeared in plain sight yet.
“She won’t be a problem, Impurity—” I cut my father off by gasping loudly.
My eyes grew wild as they darted around the room in a panic. This can’t be…Impurity is dead! They reported him dead, they discovered his bones…
“James, please! All of this is new for her…” My mom pleaded but quieted down once the sound of wheels creaking entered our so-called sacred place of dining.
Impurity was in a wheelchair with a tall masked man guiding him in. His pungent smell took over the room. He smelled like burnt flesh and smoke. My stomach twisted in knots as I took him fully in. I could see all three of his sons in his features. I couldn’t say he was handsome because he reeked of evil. He sat slumped, he looked battered with scars decorating his once blemish-free face.
“You should want to stay away from my son, now that you see what he’s done to betray me. The questions that dance around in that confused head of yours should be answered by LOOKING AT ME!” He spat out angrily.
My throat locked; I couldn’t speak nor move. His hands looked like he dipped them in black ink as he waved off the masked man that stood behind him. He wheeled himself forward and stopped three inches away from my chair. The waves in his head, reminded me of how Detavio’s waves dipped all over with perfection. Impurity had on a tailored three-piece black suit with gold cufflinks.
“From what I hear… you like to be held captive. Love when someone fucks you in your sleep then pass you around…” He chuckled menacingly.
“Well…Angel…I love to see you how I saw your mother a couple of days ago…locked behind a dog cage…eating from a dog bowl…being trained properly so you can know your place and never step out of it again. You think you love him…you may be thinking that you could save them all…especially since you see me now.” He smirked.
My eyes left his pitch black eyes as I looked to both of my parents for help. I wanted to feel secure, I needed someone to tell me that I was okay right now in the presence of this man. I felt nothing, and I couldn’t be surprised at all. It was clear that my parents had sold their soul to the devil himself and they didn’t want to be free of him either. I wanted to scream, cry, and run, yet something told me that I needed to be dismissed first.
Impurity leaned forward then rested his rugged hands on his kneecaps. The light hit his face, that’s when I noticed that I could see muscle and exposed teeth on the right side of his face where skin never grew back.
“I’m going to have my fun with them for however long I see fit. Then I’ll kill them all…I’ll do you a favor and let your best friend Natavi live, only if the two of you stay out of my way. I’m reinstating order, getting Arkville back on track—and you… You will mind your fucking business and speak nothing of it or everyone will die…including your parents.” He chuckled, followed by rough coughs.
I sat still and still felt like I was spiraling out of control. His words clawed down my spine.
“You belong to me now, Angel…you’ll do as I say since you don’t listen to your father. There will always be someone watching you, from the moment you walk out of here. You are going to commit a murder by tomorrow morning. That will be Detavio’s baby inside of you. If you don’t do it willingly, I’ll drag your nappy headed ass back to my land and cut it out of you.” He grinned wide.
His yellow rotted teeth caused bile to rise in my throat. He snapped his fingers, and his masked man stepped forward to wheel him back into the shadows of hell or wherever he came from.