Lahat ng Kabanata ng MAFIA'S ANGEL: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

ANGELINA POV:I stirred in my sleep and opened my eyes. The darkness outside the window indicated it was still early morning. My eyes moved over to him. Danzel had his arms curled around me, and my head rested over his arm. Looking up at his sleeping face, I felt my heart beat against my ribcage. Those long eyelashes hid the blue eyes my heart yearned for; his lips, which were always set in a thin line, were beautiful. Involuntarily, my fingers slowly touched his face. They lingered over his eyes as I imagined those blue orbs dreaming of something. How did I end up here? In his arms again? I gazed at him; indeed, Danzel was a handsome man. Beneath his cold exterior, he was the most caring person. I had seen him protect his family and his loved ones.My heart skipped a beat at his earlier confession. I love you, Angelina. There was no hidden plan in his words. They were pure and vulnerable. I kept replaying them in my head, silently enjoying the erratic beats of my heart. Did I love him

ANGELINA POV:My mind was still occupied with what Fiona had said a few days ago. I kept replaying her words, straining my mind over how complicated her relationship with Ethan was. He was my stepbrother, a man who had sold me to my biggest nightmare for money. I didn't know him. I didn't even know he existed. But from what I had heard from everyone, Ethan was a messed up guy. All these days, he was the man who had destroyed Danzel's family, the man who had killed Danzel's entire future.But for Fiona, I couldn't understand it. She spoke of someone unknown to me. I saw it in her eyes; she loved him. He had hurt her and enjoyed it.The more I thought about it, the more twisted things became. I assumed I could relate to her situation. She was kidnapped, and I was too. She was beaten, and... I was too. She fell for her own abductor, and I did too. But Danzel was good; in his own way, he took care of me. Not once did he try to force himself on me. He was cocky and arrogant, and more of a b

ANGELINA POVIt was a quarter to seven, and Danzel was still asleep. At first, I thought he must be unwell, but then I realized that he was sleeping peacefully. I wondered when the last time was that he slept past six; Danzel was a man who woke up at dawn. Slowly, I turned around in his arms and faced him. Three years of knowing him, and still, his beautiful face seemed to freeze me. My slight movement caused him to stir, and his arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer and smashing my naked body into his. A blush crept over my face as the images of last night flashed in front of my eyes. With every passing hour of the silent night, Danzel whispered how much he loved me; he showed me his love. All my deeply buried desires were reawakened with his touch, and I remembered desperately clinging to him. He was gentle at first, and then, as we slipped out of our self-control, he ravished me. My fingers traced his eyes, and I felt the desire burning inside me.I leaned in and pressed

ANGELINA POV "Come on, Angelina," Danzel called out. "We are going to be late.""Don't you dare start with that!" I said, glaring at him from the mirror as I fixed my hair. "I was ready thirty minutes ago. You jumped on me as soon as you saw me."He laughed at my words. "Don't make it sound like that. I know you enjoyed it."I snorted at his words and saw him walking closer. He narrowed his eyes at me playfully and pressed himself against me. Groaning at his action, I pushed him back."Step back; I won't let you mess up my hair again.""It's not my fault that you look so damn sexy," he whispered huskily. "I am a man with thin patience."I breathed in to control my nerves and looked at him. "Yeah? Well, I tend to have a lot of patience.""What's gotten into you these days?" Danzel said, rubbing his hand up and down my waist. "You are all snappy and everything."With my teeth clenched tightly, I said, "If you don't like me, then say it."Danzel looked at me for a second before turning m

ANGELINA POVI heard faint murmuring. The pain in my head echoed through the depths of my mind. I wanted to massage my head and squeeze it between my fingers to try and lessen the pain. The excruciating agony made me want to crawl somewhere safe, into the warmth I desperately needed.My eyes fluttered open, and I blinked. My face was covered in sweat, and my hands—I couldn't move them.Gritting my teeth in pain, I moved my head and looked around. There were many people around me, some shuffling and some sitting quietly.I was on a plane. I looked over to my left and saw no one. My mind was dizzy, and my entire body felt heavy as I struggled to call the flight attendant. I strained my neck and patted the seat next to me to get her attention.She looked over at me and smiled. "How are you feeling, Ms. Jones?"Ms. Jones?No!"I want—" I struggled to say.She leaned in to listen to me, but then a hand stopped her. Through my heavy lids, I saw him saying something to her, and she watched me