26. A Terrible Week in Hell.

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• Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance.    95. We’re Fucked.

  Angel.“If you leave me… I’ll kill you. And then, I’ll put the bullet through my own skull.”The words rang in my ears, echoing into silence.I didn’t breathe at first. Couldn’t.My chest stuttered, lungs aching from the way they forgot how to work. My heart kicked hard against my ribs, trying to beat sense into a moment that had none.And then—God help me—I felt my cock stir.The laugh that tore from my throat sounded like madness. It felt like one too. Sharp and breathless and completely unhinged. I leaned back slightly, still catching my breath, still pressed against the cold metal of the gun.Castle blinked, looking at me like I had lost my mind. “What’s so funny?”I stared at him, my eyes dragging over his handsome face—the desperation clinging to him like smoke, the cracked mask he hadn’t even tried to hold up tonight.“We’re fucked,” I said simply, voice raw from the whiskey I had drank tonight.His brows drew in.“You loving me like this… whatever this is...” I shook my head s

• Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance.    94. I'll Kill You.

  Castle.I should’ve walked away. As soon as I entered and saw that Angel had brought a date, I should have left. But I didn’t.I stood there in the shadows of the room, leaning against the wall, hidden by a curtain, and I watched him. I watched them.Angel looked good, he always did, even though he looked pale. I couldn't stop myself from debating if I was the cause, or if he was having sleepless nights due to his investigations.Well even though he looked pale, he still looked beautiful. Too beautiful to be sitting beside another man.I stayed in the shadows, tucked behind one of the curtained alcoves, and watched them at their little table. The four of them. Laughing like they were happy. Eating like they had nothing to hide. The man beside Angel—Lucas, I’d heard Darcy call him—leaned in every so often, too close, eyes locked on Angel like he wanted him.It made me sick.There was a brief moment where Angel reached out and wiped something off the corner of Lucas’s mouth. A drop of

• Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance.    93. Your Date Would Rather Get A Cab.

  Angel.I called his number one more time. Just to check if he would pick up. At this point, I had decided that I was going to invite him to the night out, and I was going to use the fact that Darcy had told me to bring him along as an excuse to see him.But the line didn’t even ring. It didn't hesitate before it spat back the mechanical voice I’d come to hate.“The number you have dialed is no longer in service.”For a moment, I just stood there without being able to move or breathe. It wasn't that the number was no longer available, it was no longer in service which meant that Castle had probably changed numbers or something like that.But why would he do that? Was he trying to avoid me? Or was he trying to avoid the mafia? What exactly was he running from? What has he gotten himself entangled in?I sat down heavily on the couch, let the phone fall to my side and stared at the ceiling, maybe something would fall into place if I just looked long enough.Nothing did.And that was when

• Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance.    92. Four People Instead Of Three.

  Castle. I changed my number the night the club burned down.Because if this is what I thought it was, that would mean that the FBI already knew that Thomas was just the front of the club.And even if they didn't know that already, my name had been sprayed into the pavement and that would at least give them a clue. With enough digging, they would find out who I was and I needed to be prepared before they did.So I smashed my phone and destroyed my SIM card. I wasn't willing to risk the little I had left.I actually saw Angel's number saved on my phone before I smashed it to pieces. But I couldn't bring myself to call him or to even save the number. It was better for everyone if it got destroyed with the phone.Of course, it was like I was burning the final bridge that could have linked us together, but that was the point, wasn’t it? Make it easy for him to hate me. Make it easier for me to stay away.But it was really hard to stay away. Not when the only place I wanted to be was besid

• 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