82. Wake Up, Please.

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• Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance.    91: Drinking In An Ancient Private Room.

  Angel.“Everything ties back to someone who’s very good at staying invisible,” Beck continued.My heart punched against my ribs. She was really close. And I didn’t know if I was praying she found him or praying she wouldn’t.Right now, the lines were blurred. I should tell them who owned the club. I should push the investigation forward. I should do my job.But for the first time in my whole damn career, I found myself sitting in a room with my supervisor and the leader of the task force, withholding evidence.“What do you want to do?” Cyrus asked.“I want a week,” Beck said. “We’ll dig deeper before we move on this. I have a feeling there’s more to this, and I want to find it out before they’re able to cover their tracks.”Then Cyrus turned to me. His voice was steady, “Angel, you’ll be working closely with Beck on this. Despite everything that has happened this past few months, you're my best agent when it comes to this kind of job.”Normally, his validation would have made my chest

• Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance.    90. Marcello Fucking Castle.

  Angel. There’s a kind of silence that wraps around your neck like a noose, pulling tighter every second. That was the kind of silence I sat in after I got home from the club. Before I gave the phone to Tomas, I had put in my cell number and saved it, hoping Marcello would call me. Why was I still calling him Marcello even? It's not like I was something special to him. I noticed when Tomas left, way before Dan got to the club so I deduced he would have given the phone to Castle. But there's been no call or message from him. I still remembered how he had sped past me earlier, as if I was some phase he was embarrassed to admit to. But somehow, I still found myself hoping he’d call. I had stayed at the club scene longer than necessary. Dan showed up really late, muttering something about traffic but I barely heard him. We took photos, secured the perimeter, and questioned a few nearby witnesses. Just routine stuff, and I felt hollow throughout—my body moving like it belonged t

• Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance.    89. My Relationship With Angel Was Jeopardized.

  Castle. “Castle, is that you?” I heard Adriana's voice call from the kitchen as soon as I entered the house. Before I could reply, Reggie, one of her bodyguards walked up to me and signalled outside. I nodded and we went back out. “What's the matter?” I asked. “She's been awake for quite a while now, and she actually woke up hysterical,” he replied.“What do you mean she woke up hysterically?”“I mean she was shouting and screaming in her sleep. I had to go upstairs with Dave and try to calm her down. She was screaming your name, asking for you and we had to tell her that you were on the way back.”I nodded and proceeded to go inside but he tapped my arm. Annoyed by his brazenness, I turned to him with an annoyed look on my face.“What else?”“She asked us if you had gone to see your boy toy.”I raised a brow and chuckled darkly. “And…?”“We told how we didn't know where you went and she started hyperventilating. So we had to tell her that you just went to the club to meet Tomas.

• Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance.    88. Leave This Place Now.

  Angel. There's something about the universe that I'm not really cool with, and that's its inability to crack a funny joke. Every single time it attempts to crack a joke, it always ends up with the universe laughing at the joke alone. Because I'm not fucking laughing.I don't know how to explain how Marcello and I were supposed to be working things out—basically, he was supposed to be more open with me, or at least, try to be—but the way he ran out after that one call was worse than ever. He didn't even wear his freaking hoodie before he rushed out like Lucifer himself was on his trail.But one thing he forgot behind was his phone. I knew it was a bad habit to pry into someone's phone because that was basically their privacy. Yeah yeah, I know…But I couldn't help it. The phone was open. I had rushed out after him in a freaking towel to hand his phone to him but did he collect it? No.He didn't even wait for me to finish talking before he stepped on the gas like I was repulsive to h

• Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance.    87. Don't Be A Dick.

  Castle. As if suddenly possessed by an evil spirit, I jerked away from Angel's hold. I couldn't fucking breathe and his touch and closeness were making it worse. “Marcello…” he called as he turned to me with confusion written all over his face. “Don't… come closer,” I managed to choke out before grabbing my pants and putting them on. My movements were frantic and I almost fell, but all I could think about was the club. My club. Burnt to the ground. Who the hell would do that? And why? I needed to get there fast. So after putting on my pants, I grabbed my hoodie from the floor and walked out of Angel's room, hoodie still in hand. I rushed outside and got into my car. As soon as I turned on the ignition, Angel burst out of the front door with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “Marcello, you—” I didn't wait to hear whatever he had to say next. Instead, I revved up the car engine and sped off. I didn't know what exactly I was going to do now, but I just knew I needed to see

• Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance.    86. The Club Is On Fire.

  Castle. Even though Angel had always been dominant in the bedroom, it seemed like he was being extra today. Maybe it was the fear of losing me that brought it out of him or maybe he was finally giving in to his dark urges. Whatever it was, I liked it. Especially when his hand tightened around my throat and when he referred to himself as Daddy. “Understood?” He asked again, pulling me out of my thoughts. I nodded, not able to talk with his hands around my throat. Satisfied with my response, he released me and I took in a long shaky breath. But before I could breathe properly, he grabbed my jaw and slammed his lips on mine. I don't think I can ever get tired of his kisses. I didn't know how to explain it, but his kisses varied from time to time. And I could gauge his emotions and moods from his kisses. Right now, he was impatient and wanted to get me on his bed. Same here, daddy. He grabbed onto my hips and yanked me up, and my legs came around his waist as he carried me out of