26. Angel
Chapter 26
Angel
Two weeks later
“I swear I don’t know how you do it…” Natavi shook her head as she picked up another stack of pictures and passed them to me.
“Do what?” My brows raised as I eyed the first picture in my hand.
“Share your man…I thought I lost Monni when that Emi bitch came back from the dead,” she admitted.
“If Monni would have chosen her over me, I already had a plan and a plane ticket to fly to Thailand and kill them both,” Natavi said.
I sat the pictures down as we eyed each other for a couple of seconds. We broke our stare down by laughing together as I spread the pictures on the bed and eyed the women for a couple of seconds before I gave Natavi’s silly ass my attention.
“Not you having a plane ticket and a plan ready for his ass. You know Monster would have chosen you,” I told her seriously.
Natavi could be over the top and very dramatic at times, but my friend had a heart of gold. She was an empath and went hard for the people she loved. Natavi deserved the world, moon, and stars in my eyes.
“I didn’t know that, Angel. You have all the confidence, not me. I’m still adjusting to motherhood. I still go back in forth with all of the things that my Monni has been through. I wonder if I’m enough for him. The way that bitch sat at my dinner table telling me about my husband’s past and how broken he was made me second guess myself. I have impulsive thoughts like what if he gets tired of me and—” Natavi paused then folded her long legs Indian style.
Her right hand found the top of her left arm. Slowly she started to rub it up and down.
“Listen to me, Natavi. Monster really loves you…he’s in love with you. You told that man to go be with Emi just to make her think she had him until he was able to kill her and he stayed planted out here in Cali, refusing to go with that woman. He took the hard way instead of the easy route. You’re beautiful with a shape to die for! The baby really evened you out.” We both giggled.
“You know me out of all people don’t tell you what you want to hear. If I thought that he wasn’t the one for you, I would have been told you. Now, he is crazy, and when he stares people down, I get scared as hell. I remember the first time I saw Monster.” I paused and shook my head as I thought back to when Detavio first imposed his way into my life.
That day….
“I appreciate you having me, Angel. I really do. Talking about it makes me feel better…I miss him so much, it hurts. I just can’t believe he abruptly cut me off and ended things the way that he did… I’m still deeply in love with him.” Julie’s eyes drooped down to the table, her chinky eyes misted over.
What the fuck? I asked myself, getting annoyed with her automatically after her admission.
“Excuse me, did I hear you correctly?” I asked.
I frowned in her direction as I snatched my phone off the ring stand that recorded our entire conversation. Once the video stopped, I looked up at Julie with my lips turned up in disgust. Stupid bitch! She only did this interview to get that man attention!
“You heard her, very clearly, Angel.” A deep disturbing voice interrupted us from behind.
A voice that made me pause as the fine hairs on the back of my neck stood as if I had been electrocuted. I heard this voice in my nightmares, along with all the wet dreams I had at night. I was seeking out a therapist because I found it to be insane of me to dream about a man that I despised, a man that I never met but heard countless of stories on.
I looked into this man so much, on a day-to-day basis. So, I used my findings as an excuse to why I dreamed of him. The answer was, I was on a mission to get justice for the women he left traumatized. I wondered, how could a man so fine and perfect looking, cause so much hell on earth? The Devil was one of the best-looking Angels. Fooling people with his charm and looks! This man is no different.
He cleared his throat, but it sounded like a growl. Chills crept down my spine as my chest tightened. Could it really be him? That voice, I know it…
“Julie, my lawyer will be in touch with you soon. Excuse yourself, it’s my turn to interview with Angel.” His tone was dark and unsettling.
He was a wolf that was covered in sheep clothing. Every word was slow and deliberate, intended to intimidate anyone close enough to hear him speak. There was no warmth nor humanity in his voice. Only the sound of pure torture and him probably finding delight in just that. I wouldn’t fold, I’ve rehearsed us meeting a million times in my head and in my dreams.
I feared nothing…but now…I feared the actual fear that started to rise and settle inside of me. I should have been turned around to acknowledge him, but was I ready for that?
“I miss you, Detavio! This was the only way! Please! I’ll sign my entire soul away, just to – to be with you.” Julie pleaded, falling out of her seat only to collapse down to the ground.
Her shoulders hunched as she bowed her pathetic head. She placed her eyes to the ground and sobbed loudly, gaining the wrong kind of attention. That was it, I had to turn around to acknowledge him. There was no fucking way one man could cause this woman to embarrass herself like this. Before giving him my attention, I picked up my pen and started jotting notes down on my favorite pink notebook.
“Okay, he scares you, you have what they call Stockholm Syndrome, Julie. If you want me to help you, I can find you the best therapist out in Southern California.” I partially lied.
I was still looking for one myself, to express my concerns to from all of these crazy dreams I kept having. Right now, I was satisfied that I could busy myself from having to turn around so soon to lay eyes on… Him.
Things took a major turn when his huge silhouette loomed over me, casting a shadow that swallowed the sun’s lighting in front of me over the table. I could feel the heat of his anger through his strong presence. It was so overwhelming that it made the space that I was sitting in feel smaller. Looking up into his dark eyes, my breath got caught in my throat.
Julie’s sobs started to fade into the background as I got caught up in his perfection. Detavio Decebal stood in front of me like a force of nature. His skin was a deep rich chocolate that looked tasty as hell. His beard was thick and well-groomed, framed with a square jawline that had been chiseled by the gods themselves. He was beautiful with a rugged air of elegance. His full lips pulled into a sneer, as he flicked his strong and straight nose. My heart skipped a beat as his muscles flexed through the tight white button up shirt that he had on.
Without a word, he reached down, his large hand moved with swift precision. His massive hand closed around my notebook as his fingers curled tightly around the edges. He crumpled the papers effortlessly as he leaned down to lock eyes with me. My breathing froze, chills ran down my spine, no words left his mouth. His eyes locked with mine; the intensity of his stare made the air between us feel heavy.
There was this calm before a storm type of feeling that swam between us. I attempted to reach for my notebook, but it was snatched away as he stood up straight.
“You little pussy.” He smirked down at me like I was nothing but yesterday’s trash.
Did he just call me a pussy? I frowned as I played back what spilled out of his full succulent lips.
“Julie, you made a horrible mistake. You miss me, you got me.” He turned slightly to offer her a wink.
“Everyone, out!” A deeper voice sounded off from behind me.
I eyed my crumpled notebook in his hands, I saw the veins popping out of his hand how tightly he squeezed it. His eyes were blazing down at Julie as she physically shook on the floor. There was a threat behind me, I wanted to see who it was. I turned in my seat and laid eyes on the devil himself.
A man stood in the middle of the coffee shop looking like a shadow carved from the darkest corners of earth. His skin was pitch black like the sun never touched him. Every inch of his face down to his naked arms was marred with deep jagged scars; there was also remnants of burnt marks that distorted his features that told his story of long-time suffering at the hands of someone.
I wondered if that someone was Impurity. This man’s face was void of any emotion, his eyes were black, cold, and he didn’t blink them nor look around enough to see the few people scrambling up to their feet to run out of the space that he now occupied.
“Monster, you’re supposed to be off, today,” Detavio said to him.
He took his eyes off of Julie for a second to address the scary man that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. Monster grunted, but didn’t respond, his silence was as heavy as the gun in his hand.
“I have a special treat for you, Monster. It’s on the way to your house, go get it and enjoy it. She’s yours for an entire month,” Detavio stated to him in a soothing tone. Was he trying to calm this man down?
Monster growled lowly, flashing a mouth full of gold. He glared hard at me with a chilling stare that caused the fine hairs all over my body to stand.
“Before you enjoy, have your men take Julie to Arkville,” Detavio added as he nodded his head to the three men standing behind Monster.
The guards looked scared as well. Detavio and Monster didn’t need protection. It was clear to me that their guards were there against their will.
“Julie will not go anywhere with you.” I stood up on weak legs from my chair, instantly regretting my decision to even stand.
My nerves were getting the best of me. I swallowed down what felt like cotton and struggled with making eye contact with Detavio.
“She’s not?” Detavio’s eyes gleamed with recognition of something that I didn’t understand just yet.
My notebook fell from his hand, he stepped on it with his right foot then leaned in close until his woodsy scent overpowered my senses. My eyes closed against my will as I took in his scent. A deep rumble of a chuckle vibrated throughout me as his breath fanned my nose; each word he spoke caused my eyes to snap back open.
“Julie, where are you going right now?” Detavio asked her while looking me directly in the eyes.
Exaggeratedly, he sniffed the air between him and I, then chuckled as if I was a joke.
“I’m going wherever you want me to go,” Julie stated with so much conviction that it made me sick to my damn stomach.
I didn’t have to look over at her weak ass to know that she was getting up to her feet now. She used me to get to him, and it worked.
“Leave, Julie. I’ll see you later,” Detavio said to her.
A huge part of me wanted to tell Julie not to leave me standing here alone with these monsters. My pride kicked in, I shut my mouth and pulled my shoulders back.
“I smell nothing but good pussy radiating off of you, Angel. You should take pride in that shit and leave. I don’t want to meet or see you again, in the flesh. Things can go bad, you know?” Detavio smirked.
“If that’s supposed to be a threat then bring on whatever the fuck you have…” My words trailed off as the tip of his dress shoes touched the tip of my comfortable loafers.
In a flash, his right hand closed around my throat. He squeezed tightly, then released, holding it with firmness. He shifted us with his hand around my throat and walked me backward until my back met a wall, the coolness of the wall did nothing to temper the heat coursing throughout me.
I was supposed to scream, because now, it was just us all alone. I hated this man based off of all the filthy things I heard. I felt challenged, being cornered like this with nowhere to escape. My lips parted to protest, but I needed to first catch the breath that he had stolen from me with just one movement. I struggled horribly under his hard gaze that was laced with hate and disgust.
Detavio was overwhelming, from his sharp jawline to the faint smirk that played on his succulent lips. The dimly lit lights gleamed over his flawless ebony skin. I tried to push him away, to at least show him that he was in the wrong. I also wanted to convince myself that I didn’t like this one bit.
“You hate everything that the Decebal men do, right?” He murmured, his voice low and velvety, the kind that would make a woman melt in seconds.
“Don’t you?” He raised his voice, causing it to vibrate throughout me.
“I do!” I managed to get out as my heartbeat slammed in my eardrums.
“Good, you little pussy.” He spat, releasing my neck.
“Life is about choices, you live with what you choose, Angel. If you choose to fuck with me and my family…I’ll ruin you…sexually…mentally…then, physically. I’ll fuck your soul into mine, then turn you into something that you will never be able recognize. Fall the fuck back and continue to enjoy all the blind dates that you do on ‘Meet Me’.” Detavio side stepped around me.
“Fuck you! You and your sick ass father are going down!” I yelled with so much conviction, I believed myself.
“Let the games began,” he stated over his shoulders, never looking back at me.
Present…
“Girl, you done went down memory lane.” Natavi’s soft voice broke me out of my thoughts.
She picked up her glass of wine from my night stand and downed the rest of it then poured her up another glass.
“Why does Monster have a gold grill on the top and bottom?” I asked out of curiosity.
“A lot of his teeth was knocked out as a teen. My baby was beat and tortured. He got the gold grill to fill out the missing teeth.” She smiled sadly.
“He’s so strong,” I murmured.
“That he is… he’s so strong for the both of us. I lowkey be thanking you, Angel.” Natavi smirked.
“Why?” I asked her with my brows practically touching my forehead.
“Monni and I crossed paths before…he saved me…you already know the story behind why. I just randomly be thinking how if you wasn’t so nosy, him and I wouldn’t have crossed paths again. He saved me for a second time, and it was what I didn’t know I needed. Him and I saved each other. I love him so much, Angel,” she simpered out.
“That’s why I don’t know how you can do the sharing thing with Detavio. I know he’s in love with you, though, just by the way he looks at you when you’re not looking. He went right into action when we pulled up to this house when you was not yourself. That man nurtured you back to life and you feel secure with him. You not all aggressive…”
“You trying to say that’s why I couldn’t keep a man before?” I tilted my head and picked up a picture of a curvy woman that made my taste buds water.
“Hell yes! That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. You ran every man off with that attitude.”
“Aht-aht! You mean standards, boo boo.” I snapped my fingers.
“I had standards, and if a man couldn’t meet them…they?—”
“Girl, please!” Natavi cut me off.
“Detavio technically only meets your sexual standards. The both of you are filthy in the bedroom. All those other standards, he doesn’t meet, sweetheart. Detavio is the type of man that you would have never given a chance just by his cockiness. I love the way he makes you soft and second guess popping off at the damn mouth. You both clash because, in so many ways, you’re just alike; the both of you finally realized it and accepted that shit.” She giggled then took another sip of her wine.
I blushed hard as my cheeks grew hot.
“What the fuck ever. Pass me my glass of wine and let me school you on how this bad bitch is able to do what I do when I do it with my man.” I smirked.
“You just as cocky as your damn man…here, I’m listening.” She passed me my full glass of wine.
I paused for a moment because this was the normalcy I missed between me and my best friend. Sipping wine, late at night and having a heart-to-heart talk about our lives. Monster and Detavio had some type of business to handle tonight. I knew the both of them wouldn’t be done until the wee hours of the night. Natavi’s nerves were bad tonight because she let her parents babysit Neosyne for the first time. The only thing that soothed her was that Monster put cameras in her parent’s home and had them connected to both of their phones.
Neosyne didn’t cry much unless he was hungry or if he wanted to be held. So, Monster and Natavi both agreed to a three-cry limit. If their baby cried more than three times, then Neosyne would get picked up. I loved how both Monster and Natavi spoiled and loved on their baby boy. It made me sad that I thought so stupidly to get rid of my baby.
“Before you start, can we put all of these naked photos of women to the side. I don’t see why you got me helping with you and Detavio’s massive draft pick.” She snorted out.
I fell out laughing because that’s exactly what it looked like. A damn draft pick of bad bitches. I had a box of files off to the side of the bed, and their naked pictures spread all over my bed. Detavio wanted me to pick the women. I knew what he preferred since he only wanted them sucking his dick and pleasing me whenever I saw fit. Detavio was a sucker for plumped up lips, he liked the way juicy lips felt while wrapped around the tip of his dick, sinking down to the top of his balls.
“You right, I don’t need you in on this… But I do need you to pass me the files to look at their backgrounds. Octavio is supposed to bring his girlfriend by in a couple of days for Sunday dinner. I keep telling Detavio that we should do it at y’all house.” I rolled my eyes.
I loved to cook for just me and Detavio, not a room full of people. Plus, it took me a while to open up to anyone new, especially them being in my personal space.
“Monni got us renting out a temporary penthouse in downtown L.A. He said that he had to move all of his money and do some renovations. We should be back home in a few days. I honestly think that he doesn’t feel comfortable in that house anymore since that crazy bitch from the dead popped up. I really wished he let that damn hut go and upgrade me and Neosyne. All type of people been in that house; no matter how much I clean and scrub the floors, then redecorate it, just doesn’t feel homely enough. Shit is constantly needing to be repaired, but I won’t complain much on it. It’s our home where Monni feels comfortable at.” She sighed.
“I get it, hopefully y’all move pretty soon. Eventually y’all gone need a bigger place. I envision y’all having a million and one kids.” I smiled, which caused Natavi to blush.
“Not too many, but then again, there is no limit. I don’t want Neosyne to be the only child like me. I was lonely until you came along.” Natavi stated.
“Back on the subject! You was just about to tell me about how you do this arrangement with Detavio.” She redirected.
“Oh…yeah. This is not an arrangement, at least I don’t see it like that. Detavio and I are in love. I’m no longer in denial about that part.” I smiled.
“What he needs, is what I crave,” I said as I took a sip of the wine, which was sweet and cold.
I let it tingle on my taste buds for a few seconds before uncrossing my legs. Natavi leaned back on her elbows and stared at me with a touch of curiosity mixed with disbelief.
“I am the addiction, the women that come in are just temporary relief.” I smirked confidently as the words left my mouth.
“So do he need a lot of women because he?—"
“He has hyperspermia…” I cut her off mid-sentence.
“He has to release frequently or else it’ll become too painful from the build up,” I said keeping the rest to myself.
I loved when Detavio nutted. He released so much cum whenever he did ejaculate.
“I’m far from dumb, Natavi. I know what it looks like, letting women suck him, stroke him. I even encourage them to ride the fuck out of his dick. I enjoy watching their plump lips wrap around him. I love when their eyes roll back as they imagine having dick as good as Detavio to themselves, although that’ll never happen. I love it, it turns me on to see how helpless he makes them. It’s powerful and sexy as fuck.” I admitted without shame.
“So you’re not jealous?”
“Not at all, they never get what all I get…rage included. I get the real Detavio Decebal, the man beneath all the lust. Also…there’s something intoxicating about a woman unraveling under my fingertips and tongue. The sound of their soft moans, sticky thighs, it’s all addicting and a rush for me. I like to make them surrender and let them eat me alive or vice versa.” I talked above a whisper.
“Wow.” Natavi raised her brows.
“I’m not afraid to love Detavio the way he needs to be loved. We understand each other, and once I got beyond the walls and denial that he had set in place, we locked in. I’m also no longer afraid to admit to my sexuality. I’m secure in it, now. It’s about knowing what I want and taking it without apology.”