All Chapters of MAFIA'S ANGEL: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ANGELINA POV:Even after Danzel had left, I kept thinking about him. My mind kept wandering to him; his eyes kept flashing in front of me. Jo didn't bother me. Peter had called, asking me whether I wanted a ride home, but I declined.When my shift ended, I was more than happy to go home and rest. I grabbed my coat and walked out. And I saw him. He was standing next to the streetlight, waiting for me. As soon as he saw me watching him, he came towards me.I stood there, looking at him in disbelief. I remembered him walking out around four hours ago. Did he seriously wait outside for four hours straight?"What are you doing here?" I asked him. The cold air blew out of my mouth in a white puff.Danzel looked at me. "I want to talk to you.""But I don't," I said, looking away."Listen, Angelina—""Don't call me that!" I interrupted. "I don't want to talk," I said, and started walking.I heard footsteps following me, and I increased my speed."Let me give you a ride home," he called out."I

ANGELINA POV:I rubbed my eyes and sighed loudly. Stretching my hand, I reached for the glass of water. The phone beside the untouched cookies showed it was midnight. It had been almost three hours since I walked into the apartment with my head hung low, my mind full of thoughts of him, of what I said, of what I asked. It was impossible for him to give me such a thing. I knew it very well and had the knowledge of it even before the thought came to my mind, but still, even knowing the consequences, I said it. I asked him to give up either on his old life or myself. I told him to choose between me and the impossible. And I was very well aware that this time, he wouldn't choose me.Just like one year ago, when he chose his revenge over my love. This time, he would choose his old life over me, and I was convincing myself I was happy about it.The next morning, my head ached, and my eyes felt like they were bouncing inside my sockets and would fall out at any moment. This is what happens wh

DANZEL POV:The tension in my body drained when I saw her laughing along with the others. My dear Angelina, she was the light of my life. Before I met her, my life was in darkness, and after she was gone, it returned to the deep darkness.My mind drifted back to the time when she had a panic attack on the doorstep of her apartment. I had come by to leave the orchids when I saw her on the floor, her hands clutched over her chest and her eyes shut tightly. Immediately, I knew she was having a panic attack. I wasn't an expert, but I knew very well how to bring her back. I called out to her, told her to stay awake, and instantly she snapped her eyes open. My heart clenched when I stared into those wide black eyes that were searching for comfort in my blue ones. I didn't know whether her feelings for me still existed or not, but I felt her relaxing in my arms, and I relished the happiness of holding her. But that didn't last long because she quickly pushed me away and ran.It took everythin

ANGELINA POV:The entire morning, Peter, Gabriel, and I had a lot of fun. Even though they were mad at Peter for hiding the truth, they were happy that we were fine. I was happy to see Peter here. Since I was brought back, I had kept worrying about him. He was a friend to me. No matter what had happened in these past few days, I still wanted him to be my friend."So how is life in San Diego?" Gabriel asked both of us."Good," I said, avoiding looking at Peter. "We grew used to it."Gabriel studied me for a moment, perhaps wondering what had made me so uncomfortable. He was about to say something when Philip called him. He immediately stood up, nodded at us, and walked out."So," Peter began, breaking the silence. "How are you?"I considered the question. "I guess I am fine."He nodded, and then I asked him about the cast on his arm."I broke my arm," he said. "It is not a big deal.""Okay.""Jo was asking about you."My eyes widened at his words. "Oh my God, she must be worried about m

ANGELINA POV:I let him look at me. My eyes were still red from crying, and my body shook vulnerably. Danzel didn't move from where he stood. I wanted him to shout at me for running away; I wanted him to do something other than just stare at me."Angelina," he began, and I trembled at the calm tone of his voice. It felt like he was done trying to be strong, like he was done with me. "Why?"I inhaled audibly and looked down. "I am sorry.""Why did you run, love?" he asked. I kept quiet and kept my gaze steady on the ground. I felt him moving forward until he stood right in front of me. Holding my chin between his long fingers, he forced me to look at him. His blue eyes swept over my face, and then he whispered, "Why did you run, Angelina?""I was scared," I answered honestly.Hurt flashed across his blue orbs, and he nodded, accepting my answer."Of me?" he asked."I don't know," I answered.Danzel took my hand and walked us to the bed. Picking up the glass of water from the nightstand,