บททั้งหมดของ Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Castle. I should’ve looked away. I should’ve shut off the feed the second I saw Angel step onto the dance floor with that man on his arm. I should’ve turned off the security footage before it seared itself into my skull. But I didn’t. Instead, I stood there, watching from the screen in my office, fists clenched at my sides as Angel danced with that pathetic excuse of a man—touching him, groping him, moving like his body was made for someone else's hands. I’d watched it all. The dancing. The grinding. The way Angel threw his head back and let himself fall into the moment like it meant nothing. And when they backed into the shadows near the wall, lips crashing like they were starving for each other, my vision tunneled. He let him touch him and kiss him. I watched the grainy footage as they stumbled toward the back. My breath hitched when Angel’s hand curled around the man’s wrist, tugging him past the bathroom line, moving to the supply closet. “Don’t,” I muttered to

Castle. It had been three days since the ball. Three days since I left Adriana standing in the center of that ballroom, surrounded by people who were too bored or too drunk to care that the King of New York’s underworld had slipped away for a night of anonymity and sin. Three fucking days and still, no word about Dean Rosa. Tomas had combed through every private and commercial flight manifest leaving the state, checked every alias Dean had ever used, and still nothing. It didn’t make sense. If Dean Rosa was dead, someone would’ve bragged by now. If he was hiding, he would’ve left some sort of trail. But there was radio silence, and that was more dangerous than noise. I stood in my office at Enchante, staring out the two-way glass window that overlooked the club floor. It was too early for the crowd to be in yet, just the cleaning crew vacuuming beneath the chandeliers and the bar staff restocking shelves. Behind me, my desk was buried in paperwork—contracts, invoices

Castle. The Masked Ball of the season was boring. Yes, I was definitely swarmed by people wanting to get into the good grace of the Lucchese family, but the conversations were mediocre at best. A lot of groveling on the parts of the senators and influential men that had attended the ball—most of whom I deferred to my second in command, Tomas. And as for the ones that were too important for me to defer, I managed to wrap up the conversations quickly. I was in a bad mood that night, for sure. My father should have been the one socializing with the elites that attended the ball. Instead, he's currently indisposed, which made me step into his role as the host. A gentle tug on my right arm pulled me out of my thoughts, making me turn to face my fiancée, Adriana, who subtly jerked her head to the side. I followed her directions and found out that a senator was in front of me, and I had been ignoring him. Reaching out my hand to him, I greeted, “Senator Richard, how lovely

Castle. I barely managed to make it home early enough to change into something more appropriate for my meeting. Last night had been a whirlwind of emotions and bitter truths being unveiled. One of those ‘so-called’ truths was the fact that as much as I prided myself on being a dominant man, all it had taken was Angel's deep voice commanding me. “Open up for me, baby boy.” He had said. And just like that, I turned into a perfect submissive for him throughout the night. I shook those thoughts out of my mind as I headed into the shower. Now wasn't the time to dwell on my weakness. Minutes later, I was dressed in a black tank top with leather pants and boots to match. My leather jacket was thrown over my shoulder as I sped to the La Iglesia—our meeting place. Tomas had sent word to the leaders of the smaller mobs under us about the meeting. It was done at the ball yesterday, so it was basically an emergency. La Iglesia was a mess of ruins when I parked my Ducati motorbi

Castle. “Castle,” Adriana’s voice snapped into my ears, harsh and shrill even before the door of the house closed behind me. I had ignored her call and drove straight to my club, diving into both the corporate side of my business and the shady side, before taking a quick detour to the gym. And now, hours later, I'm returning home to take a quick shower before heading out again. I had a meeting with a potential wine supplier at my club tonight, and I felt gross from my sweaty skin. Shrugging off my leather jacket, I threw it on the settee before making my way up the stairs, ignoring Adriana. But just like I expected, she followed behind. “Castle…” I entered my room, but before I had the opportunity to slam the door in her face, she slid into the room with me. “What do you want?” I asked nonchalantly, peeling off my tank top, not wanting to show how much she irritated me. I looked up as I spoke and saw her glossy lips pressed into a tight line. “Where the hell did