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160: Make Sure He's Dead For Real.
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Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 162: Something Wasn't Right.
Castle.The road stretched ahead like a blur of black glass, the headlights slicing through the fog that had settled before dawn. My hands were tight on the steering wheel, my pulse drumming under my skin. I kept thinking maybe I’d spot that damned sedan again, the one that had taken Angel. But each turn, each red light, each empty intersection gave me nothing. Just empty darkness..When I finally slammed my hand against the wheel, it wasn’t just frustration. It was helplessness. I could feel it burning slowly in your chest in a way that made me want to rip something apart.Tomas flinched from the passenger seat. “Castle, we’ll find him. He’s still got the hoodie on and we can trace it.”I shook my head. “Or we walk right into a trap.”He opened his mouth, then shut it. I didn’t blame him. Even I didn’t know where Angel’s head was at anymore. He wasn’t a kid but right now, he was a storm. He was currently unpredictable, emotional, and at this point, angry enough to burn down anythin
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 161: Kill Castle.
AngelAfter the call, I waited for several minutes. My father said he was going to come to get me, so I just paced around while I waited. My mind went back to Castle and I began wondering what he was doing at the moment. I wish I didn't storm out the way I did. I wish we had had the time to talk it through, but his overprotectiveness was no longer sexy.Does this mean I'm falling out of love with him? Or does it mean something else entirely? Before I could process my emotions and answer the questions that I asked myself, a black sedan stopped in front of me with the engine humming low. The window rolled down, and there was my father alive. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. His face hadn’t changed much: just sharper around the edges, older in the eyes. A man who had seen too much and learned to hide behind silence.He didn’t smile. His eyes just scanned me and when he seemed satisfied with what he saw, he grunted, “Get in.”I hesitated but I entered. The interior of the car wa
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 160: Make Sure He's Dead For Real.
Castle.When Angel walked out of the suite, he slammed the door so hard that the frame shook.But that wasn't the only thing that shook. My heart pounded so violently in my chest at the thought that this might truly be the end of us. But I still held hope. We've fought and broken up countless times before, but we always found our way back to each other. Hopefully, this time wouldn't be different.For a long time, I just stood there, staring at the door like maybe Angel would come back if I waited long enough. But the echo of his footsteps was already gone, and what was left was cold silence and guilt.I dragged a hand down my face and sat on the edge of the bed. The sheets still smelled like him and it made my chest tighten with regret.I should’ve told him. I knew I should have. Hell, I’d known it since the moment I saw his father alive. But when I looked into that man’s eyes, all I saw was manipulation and lies. How was I supposed to tell Angel that the man he’d been mourning all
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 159: He Still Didn't Trust Me.
Angel. Hours had passed since Castle and Tomas left, and I was still in the same spot—shirtless, half-slouched over the laptop, scrolling through files that led nowhere. Every search, every folder, every hidden archive brought out nothing but useless reports and dead ends. My eyes burned, and I wanted to throw the laptop across the room. I rubbed my face, let out a shaky breath, and leaned back in the chair. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I muttered. “Days of this and still nothing.” I had convinced myself that if I just kept digging, I’d find something that would prove I wasn’t the traitor they made me out to be. But all I found was bullshit. Just when I was losing hope, my laptop beeped and I frowned. No notification should’ve come through. I had everything on lockdown—firewalls, encrypted layers, and ghost mode. The beep came again, and a small window popped up on the corner of the screen: incoming call from an encrypted line. “What the hell…” I muttered. The line didn’t
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 158: It's Time You Stepped Down.
Castle.Tomas came back with the Chinese not long after Angel and I had worn each other out. The smell of fried rice, soy, and a hint of ginger made my stomach grumble. Tomas dropped the bags on the small table and gave us a look that screamed he’d heard more than he wanted to.Angel didn’t care. He was grinning like everything was right with the world for a second. We ate straight from the containers, the television humming low in the background. I barely tasted the food though. My head was too full with Angel’s warmth beside me, the things I hadn’t told him, and the heavy guilt in my chest between every laugh we shared.He leaned into me, messy-haired and beautiful, picking at his rice like it was the best thing he’d ever eaten. I kept pretending to smile, trying to stifle the guilt.When he finally looked up at me and said he wanted to get back to his research, I didn’t stop him, although I wanted to. But if I did, he’d start asking why.He stretched, cracked his knuckles, and pu
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 157: Creepy As Hell.
Angel.The shower ran hotter than I meant it to, and steam filled the small bathroom until the mirror turned to fog. But even as I had the shower on and stood under the hot spray, I couldn't stop thinking about Castle.The night before had been too much and not enough all at once. I could remember the way he had held me like he didn't want to let go. He had been the big spoon last night, and as I curled into him, his warmth had made me feel so much at home. I missed that, and even more, I miss his body. Even with everything going on, all I could think about last night was stripping him bare and pounding into him.But there was no way I could’ve started anything with him in that vulnerable state. Even though he tried to convince me that nothing was going on, he still looked like he was one breath away from breaking apart.As the water pounded against my shoulders, I leaned forward with my hands on the tile and eyes shut. It was stupid, but my mind went back to his touch. My mind we
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