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126. This Is A Setup.
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Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 131. Adriana’s Stupid Gold Ring.
Castle.I had stood in many rooms where lives were signed away with blood, but I never knew how suffocating ink could feel until today.The courthouse smelled of disinfectant and paper. It had pale walls and stale air that almost knocked the breath out of my lungs. There was no music, no warmth, only the scraping of pens, the murmurs of lawyers, the droning of an official who had done this too many times to care.Adriana looked radiant, of course. She always looked radiant—daughter of a bitch. Her smile was polished into perfection, and her hand was firm on mine as though she was the one guiding me through it. Or maybe, it was a way to make sure I stayed by her side and didn't attempt to escape. Not like she could keep me here if I wanted to escape. But I wouldn't do it anyway, because of Angel.My father stood proudly, his presence filling the space like a looming shadow, as if this was not a marriage but another transaction.The clerk laid out the documents with practiced boredom.
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 130. I was Free.
Angel.The metal door slammed shut behind me with the kind of finality that made my stomach clench. My wrists were cuffed in front of me, the chain biting into raw skin I hadn’t realized was already rubbed red. Two guards escorted me into the sterile, humming corridor, and for a moment, I thought this was just another round of questioning with the faceless DOJ men who stared at me like I was already guilty.But then I saw Cyrus. He was waiting inside the small interrogation room, his broad shoulders hunched in a way I wasn’t used to. “Sit him down,” Cyrus told the guards. His voice was clipped, but it wasn’t angry. That unsettled me more than anger would have.I had my own reasons to be angry with him. He had not even given me the benefit of the doubt before I was arrested and thrown into this federal holding cell. But then, with my records, I could understand why he didn't do anything. Also, he was just following protocol and the orders came from above him. So there was really n
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 129. I'd Make Them Choke On It.
Castle.When I spat those words—over my dead body—into my father’s face, I meant them. I didn’t wait for his response. I ended the meeting right there, my temper coiled so tightly I thought my veins might burst.The others looked rattled, but I didn’t care. If they thought I was reckless, so be it. If they thought I was weak, let them choke on their own doubts. My man was sitting in a federal cell, and I wasn’t going to let them carve him up like a sacrificial lamb.I stormed out, Tomas close on my heels. The night air hit me sharp and cold, but it didn’t cool me. It only stoked the fire burning in my chest.“Castle,” Tomas muttered, lowering his voice as we crossed the churchyard toward the cars, “your father’s going to push this. You can’t keep going head-to-head with him.”I turned on him, too agitated to soften the edges of my tone. “Do you understand what this means, Tomas? He’s not just threatening my seat anymore. Angel’s been taken. By the feds. Do you know what that means?”
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 128. Memory.
Angel.The cell was quiet except for the distant drip of water from some leaky pipe, steady as a ticking clock. The walls smelled of rust, sweat, and defeat. I sat there, my back against the cold concrete, staring at the faint crack that ran across the ceiling like a scar. That crack became the anchor of my thoughts, because if I didn’t latch onto something, I’d unravel completely.Waiting for trial was like waiting for an execution without knowing the exact day. It's only been a few hours, but I was already going crazy. The silence gave me too much time—time to think, time to remember, time to hate myself, and time to ache for Castle.I still remembered the first time I laid eyes on him—at the masked ball. I had walked into that ballroom under false pretenses, my suit sharp, and my mask concealing my real identity. I wasn’t there to dance or to smile; I was there to investigate. The Bureau had assigned me there to gather more information about the mafia. But then, I saw him. He h
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 127. Over My Dead Body.
Castle.“Don,” I heard Tomas call. I blinked awake and pressed two fingers against my temple, groaning low before Tomas’s hand landed lightly on my shoulder.We had just gotten to La Iglesia, and I had slept throughout the entire drive.“You don’t look ready for this. Maybe we reschedule,” he suggested.I glanced at my watch. The hour hand sat firmly on five.“It’s too late for that now,” I muttered, voice gravelly. I unbuckled my seatbelt, pushing open the door. “Come on. The earlier we start, the earlier this circus ends.”Tomas fell into step beside me, as we entered the building. Nostalgia hit me, but it wasn’t the soft kind. It was sharp and cruel, reminding me of what this church-turned-sanctuary once represented and how much had changed.Down in the basement, it was worse. The shadows seemed thicker, the table longer than I remembered. And then I saw them—what was left of them, rather.Five chairs. Five leaders. But only two familiar faces remained.Rowan’s chair was occupied
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 126. This Is A Setup.
Angel.My thumb hovered over Castle’s name for a heartbeat too long before I scrolled down and tapped Cyrus instead. Castle could wait. Cyrus never called unless it was serious.He picked up on the first ring.“I know you’re on leave,” Cyrus said without preamble, “but I need you to report to the Bureau today. The earlier the better.”My heart lurched painfully, hammering against my throat.“Is something wrong?” I asked, voice tighter than I meant it to be.“You’ll know when you get here.” He ended the call.The line went dead, but the echo of his words didn’t. My pulse refused to settle as I set the phone down on the nightstand. I pressed the heel of my hand against my sternum, willing it to slow down, before dragging myself into the bathroom.The shower was quick, brisk, just enough to rinse away the sweat that clung to my skin from a restless night. My mind wasn’t in the present; it was already at the Bureau, circling through possibilities, each one worse than the last.When I step
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