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Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 62. The One That Could Have Saved Me.
Angel. They called me in, the moment I walked through the doors. I barely had time to take off my jacket when Cyrus appeared in the hallway, his mouth set in that grim, unreadable line I had come to dread. “Interview room, Internal Affairs,” he said. “Now.” The words sank like lead. I didn’t need to ask which case needed me to be in the interview room. There was only one with enough heat to make me a suspect. The room was cold as I stepped in, and although the air conditioner was on, that was not the kind of cold I meant. No, this was more like stern faces looking on at me with quiet judgment as I took a seat. The fluorescent lights buzzed low above us, and a recorder sat like a ticking time bomb on the metal table. Karen Malloy was already seated, her file was open, and her pen was clipped neatly to the side. I didn’t like how calm she looked as she assessed me with dark eyes that almost made me squirm in my seat. Cyrus stood to her left, his arms folded as he leaned again
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 61. Stop Chasing The Smoke.
Castle. My phone kept buzzing on the table but I refused to answer it, knowing it was Adriana. She had been calling for the past 30 minutes but I refused to pick up. She had probably heard that her father was dead. Words did travel around fast when it came to the New York mob. I kept on ignoring her calls. Let her stew in her designer sheets with the weight of her father’s sins pressing into her chest like a steel fist. I had enough on my plate, and the pieces were finally clicking into place—the ugly, jagged pieces that made a complete picture the moment I realized that Rowan had orchestrated it all. That bastard had fed me a lie about my father’s death, had turned my blood cold for nothing, and had tried to steal power by feeding me grief. “Get the car,” I said to Tomas, my voice calm but humming with a fury that tasted metallic in the back of my throat. “We're going to see my father.” We rode in silence as the city blurred by outside the tinted windows. I remembered once
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 60. Maybe Things Weren't All That Bad.
Angel. I ended up sleeping for four hours and when I opened my eyes, my stomach growled so loudly I was sure it could be heard throughout the whole apartment. I got up from the couch where I slept and it took me a few minutes to remember that I had slept in Darcy's place. That knowledge came hand in hand with the reason why I had to sleep in her house. The sharp pain as I remembered how Marcello had left this morning made me wish I could go back to sleep. Standing up, I decided to look for Darcy. If nothing else, to let her know that I was leaving. But I couldn't find her anywhere in the house. Advancing to her bedroom door even as I tried her name, I knocked and opened the door when no answer came.But she wasn't there. That's when I decided to text her, but unfortunately for me, my phone had died due to low battery.“Fuck…” I cursed as I went back to the living room. Should I wait for her? As if to answer my question, my stomach rumbled. Well, no waiting then.But as soon as
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 59. A Bullet Between The Eyes.
CastleAs soon as I stepped through the double doors at La Iglesia, the hushed murmurs crawling beneath the high ceilings died instantly. The scent of wood polish, dust, and old blood hung in the air as I moved slowly and deliberately toward the head of the long table, my boots thudding softly against the floor.They were already seated: Rowan, Fernando, Raymond, and Kaito. Their eyes flickered toward me, then away just as fast. They were all nervous, except Rowan. That bastard looked straight at me like a man who thought he had already won.I dropped into my chair and leaned back. The room pulsed with tension, thick enough to suffocate on. And I just sat there, scanning their faces, letting the silence drag on. I wanted them to squirm, and they did. Chairs creaked as they shifted uneasily in their seats and their fingers twitched on the table. Only Rowan remained still.“For the first time in a long while,” I said, voice low but firm, “I didn’t call this meeting. That’s new.”No o
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 58. Couldn't Go Home.
Angel. I ran after Marcello, my feet pounding as I ran through the living room and made it outside. I stood on the porch steps, my heart slamming like it was trying to break free of my chest. But he didn’t look back, even as I called out to him. Not once. His shoulders were stiff, his pace was fast as he trudged on like the hounds of hell were after him. He was leaving without saying goodbye, and even though I wasn't sure what he had heard, I knew he heard something from the way he ignored me.I stopped at the edge of the porch, torn between chasing after him or giving him the space I thought he needed. Darcy’s hand landed gently on my shoulder before I could decide.“Don’t,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “He heard what you said. If you go after him now, it’ll just blow up.”I let out a rough sigh, and dragged both hands through my hair as I watched him vanish around the bend. My chest ached. I hadn’t meant it. Not like that.I turned and headed back inside, with Darcy followi
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 57. Mask Off, Fuck It, Mask Back On.
Castle.The shrill scream of my phone ripped through the quiet and burrowed deep into my skull like a drill. For a second, I was weightless, drifting somewhere between dream and waking. I blinked up at the ceiling, confusion still thick in my throat as I reached for the phone. It was Tomas. Of course. I swiped to answer, voice rough with sleep. “What?”“There’s an emergency meeting at La Iglesia. We have an hour to get there.”I sat up quickly. “The fuck do you mean by emergency? When did anyone but me get the right to call for a meeting?”“I don’t know. Rowan called me and said it’s urgent, but he didn’t give details.”“Rowan?” My voice sharpened. I was already climbing out of bed, dragging my clothes on with quick, jerky movements. “Rowan called for a meeting at La Iglesia without talking to me?”“Seems so,” Tomas muttered.“Be armed, heavier than usual. And gather some men.” I told him, yanking my shirt over my head. “We might be walking into a fucking war.”He grunted an acknowl
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