Angel.When I was in that hospital bed with drugs pumping through my system, I had made a promise to myself. It was a difficult and painful promise but it was necessary.I told myself I was done making Castle my priority. I said I was done letting the mere thought of him dictate my every move and every thought.I swore that the next time I saw him, it wouldn’t be like before—I would put him in handcuffs. Or put a bullet between his fucking eyes.I was determined that there would be no more second chances, no more weakness, no more letting the man I loved play me like I was some pawn he could move around his blood-soaked chessboard.But here I was… faced with the choice, and once again I folded. Once again, I let him twist me into whatever shape suited him.The difference was that this time around I knew everything, and I was still a willing pawn.The tears came before I could stop them, hot and unwanted, streaking down my face until my vision blurred.Why?Why do I keep going back?W
Castle.“Father… you’re here,” I said, my voice carrying a restrained edge of surprise I couldn’t fully hide. He wasn’t supposed to be here—not now, not without my explicit permission. There was no way he could have signed himself out of that facility without my say-so.“Yes, I’m back,” he said, the corners of his mouth curling into that knowing grin that always made my teeth clench. “I heard you needed my help, and your fiancée graciously came to sign for my release.”Adriana again. Of course.What was it with that woman? Why does she always feel the relentless need to insert herself into places she didn’t belong, to pull strings she had no right to touch? She never moved without a reason, but the reason was never simple, and it was never harmless.Fortunately for her, she wasn’t standing here with the rest of the welcome committee. I gave Tomas a brief nod—nothing more than a flicker of movement, but he understood it instantly. He excused himself, heading off to find her, leaving m
Angel.After walking out of the living room, I entered my bedroom and stood by the doorway—silently waiting ( for what? I don't know) until I heard the door slam behind Castle.It wasn't even a loud slam but it sounded… final. I stood there for a while frozen, not breathing or blinking. I wasn't even sure if my heart was still beating. Then I turned and limped to my bed just as my knees gave out—causing me to collapse onto the bed.I didn’t try to fight the tears. I had done enough fighting already tonight. So I let them fall, burning down my cheeks like acid, so hot and humiliating. God, I hated crying. I was never that guy. Never the one who got attached, never the one who stayed. I flirted, I played, I left. I kept things light, easy, and forgettable.But Castle made me forget how to be forgettable.I thought I was untouchable. Macho man. Stone-hearted whore. Born to fuck, not fall. But maybe he was right.Maybe something did pass between us ten years ago. Maybe I felt something
Castle.Angel wasn’t home when I got there.I could’ve picked the lock in under ten seconds like I always did and waited inside. Maybe I would have made coffee or maybe I would have made myself comfortable in his room, the way I had before.But I didn’t.I sat on the porch like a man who had lost the right to enter. Because maybe I had. Maybe I didn’t belong in his space anymore. Maybe I never did.It was getting dark when he finally pulled in. The car door cracked open and for a second, I smiled.And then I saw the crutches.He hobbled out slowly, careful, one leg raised, the other barely supporting him. My heart stopped.His arm had been grazed—just grazed—at the warehouse. I saw it. I was there. So how the hell was he now using crutches?What the fuck had happened after I left with Tomas?His eyes met mine as he limped toward me, and something twisted in my chest. He looked tired. Not just physically. He looked… betrayed.“You could’ve let yourself in,” he said, his voice sharp wit
Angel.I hated the crutches they gave me at the hospital.They clicked obnoxiously on every surface. Cold metal tapping against tile and concrete like an echo of shame. Every step reminded me of that bullet—the one I fired into my own thigh. All to keep Castle safe.All to protect a man who still hadn’t told me the full truth.I’d been discharged from the hospital about an hour ago. The nurses had handed me a bag of meds, a bullshit pamphlet that talked about healing and hope, and a plastic-wrapped sandwich that I threw in the trash immediately I was out of sight.The first thing I should have done was to go home. Maybe lock myself indoors and sleep for like 2 days straight. But I didn’t.Instead, I pulled up to Castle’s mansion, the bruised sky above me threatening rain.The guards were doubled—tripled maybe—from the last time I was here. They moved like shadows. Heads swiveling. Eyes locked on me from every angle. The gate that once opened for me without hesitation now buzzed slow
Castle.The sky outside was still black. The kind of heavy darkness that covers the sky just before dawn breaks. I sat in the armchair, looking at Tomas who was breathing heavily as he slept.My elbows were on my knees. And my fingers were locked together as I watched the slow rise and fall of his chest.He was breathing steadily now. That was a win. The night had been long and I was exhausted. But I hadn't blinked since I sat down.It was as if my body was willing to shut down, literally. But my brain was still working overtime.I couldn’t stop thinking about what Adriana had said earlier.After I had gotten Tomas cleaned up, she had pulled me back and said we needed to talk. I had actually braced myself for another performance. Another manipulation tactic. But surprisingly, it didn’t come.Instead, she leaned on the wall and said, “I need to leave the house.”I frowned. “What?”“I think I’m going insane here, Castle. I’ve been pacing this place like a caged animal for weeks.”She