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60. Maybe Things Weren't All That Bad.
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2025-05-28 21:29:51
AlphaKellyHey there, this is Angel. I just wanted to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for your support and love over these past two weeks. Your enthusiasm fuels my fire, and I’m grateful to have you by my side on this journey. We’ve shared some intense moments already, and I promise there’s much more to come. Together, we’ll wander through all the twists and turns of this story, and I can’t wait to see where it takes us. Here’s to the adventures ahead—thank you for being a part of it! With all my heart, Angel
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Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 166: Peace.
Castle. I was sitting alone at the bar when my phone rang. The sound cut through the noise of people talking, glasses clinking, music humming low in the background. I almost didn’t answer. I’d been nursing the same drink for over an hour, staring into it like maybe I’d find something in there that could fix everything that had gone wrong. But the moment I saw the caller ID, I knew. I picked it up, and the voice on the other end froze me. It was familiar and I knew who it was immediately: Angel’s father. “Castle,” he said. “If you ever want to see Angel again, come to the location I’ll send you.” Then the line went dead. For a few seconds, I just sat there. My chest felt like it was full of lead. I checked the text that came in right after — a set of coordinates. My heart started pounding. I opened the security app I’d installed on my phone earlier that week — the one that connected to the hidden camera in my room. The live feed showed nothing. The bed was empty and Angel
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 165: You Stink.
Angel. It had been a week since Castle broke me out of that place, a week since Tomas took bullets to protect me and died in the process. A week since I had been depressed and hollow. In fact, I had been so depressed that I hadn’t taken a bath since then or changed out of my clothes. It didn’t matter anymore. Tomas’s funeral was quiet and small, only attended by people that meant something to him. Castle and I were like robots during the ceremony. And I didn’t even know how to comfort him. He had lost someone close to him, someone that was more like blood to him, all because of me. The guilt wasn’t something I could wish away, and honestly, I didn’t want to. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face—eyes open, glassy, and fading. And every time I opened them, the world looked the same: empty. Castle stayed close to me—always hovering, always watching, like he was scared I’d shatter if he left me alone. He didn’t say anything about it, but I could feel the guilt that sat hea
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 164: Brothers In Everything But Blood.
Castle.The sound of gunshots through the phone while I talked to both Angel and Tomas makes my heart skip .“Tomas?” I shouted, my voice breaking. “Angel? Tomas!”Nothing. Just chaos on the other end.“Tomas, answer me!” I yelled again, louder this time. But the call had already died.My body moved before my mind caught up. I was already out of the room, running through the halls of the Lucchese mansion barefoot, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. I didn’t even grab a coat. I just grabbed my keys, hurriedly put on my shoes, stormed outside and drove like a mad man.The tires screamed against the asphalt as I pushed the car harder than it was built for. The streets blurred past—lights, buildings, red lights I didn’t see. I didn’t care. All I could see was Tomas bleeding and Angel in handcuffs.When I got to the hotel, the place was swarming. Police tape. Flashing lights. Too many uniforms. I parked a few blocks away and walked fast, head down. Inside, the smell of gun
Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. 163: I Was Just Getting Started.
Angel.The café was small, half-lit by morning sun spilling through the blinds. The smell of burnt toast and coffee sat heavy in the air. I sat in a corner booth, a plate of bread and eggs in front of me, and a cup of coffee that had already gone cold.I kept hearing my father’s voice in my head. His words, sharp and cruel when he said, “You’ll have to kill Castle.”At first, I thought I hadn’t heard him right. But I did. He had looked me dead in the eye when he said it, like he was talking about the weather, not murder.And now, sitting there, I knew I couldn’t do it.Even if I wanted to please him, I couldn’t. Because I loved Castle more than he or I could ever comprehend. But I didn't even want to please my father, because the man I saw yesterday wasn’t the father I once knew. He was a stranger wearing his face, speaking like God had given him the right to decide who lived and who died.I took a sip of the coffee. It was bitter. Still, I drank it as my thoughts continued whirling.
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
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