Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Castle.The sky outside was still black. The kind of heavy darkness that covers the sky just before dawn breaks. I sat in the armchair, looking at Tomas who was breathing heavily as he slept.My elbows were on my knees. And my fingers were locked together as I watched the slow rise and fall of his chest.He was breathing steadily now. That was a win. The night had been long and I was exhausted. But I hadn't blinked since I sat down.It was as if my body was willing to shut down, literally. But my brain was still working overtime.I couldn’t stop thinking about what Adriana had said earlier.After I had gotten Tomas cleaned up, she had pulled me back and said we needed to talk. I had actually braced myself for another performance. Another manipulation tactic. But surprisingly, it didn’t come.Instead, she leaned on the wall and said, “I need to leave the house.”I frowned. “What?”“I think I’m going insane here, Castle. I’ve been pacing this place like a caged animal for weeks.”She

Castle.Angel wasn’t home when I got there.I could’ve picked the lock in under ten seconds like I always did and waited inside. Maybe I would have made coffee or maybe I would have made myself comfortable in his room, the way I had before.But I didn’t.I sat on the porch like a man who had lost the right to enter. Because maybe I had. Maybe I didn’t belong in his space anymore. Maybe I never did.It was getting dark when he finally pulled in. The car door cracked open and for a second, I smiled.And then I saw the crutches.He hobbled out slowly, careful, one leg raised, the other barely supporting him. My heart stopped.His arm had been grazed—just grazed—at the warehouse. I saw it. I was there. So how the hell was he now using crutches?What the fuck had happened after I left with Tomas?His eyes met mine as he limped toward me, and something twisted in my chest. He looked tired. Not just physically. He looked… betrayed.“You could’ve let yourself in,” he said, his voice sharp wit

Castle.“Father… you’re here,” I said, my voice carrying a restrained edge of surprise I couldn’t fully hide. He wasn’t supposed to be here—not now, not without my explicit permission. There was no way he could have signed himself out of that facility without my say-so.“Yes, I’m back,” he said, the corners of his mouth curling into that knowing grin that always made my teeth clench. “I heard you needed my help, and your fiancée graciously came to sign for my release.”Adriana again. Of course.What was it with that woman? Why does she always feel the relentless need to insert herself into places she didn’t belong, to pull strings she had no right to touch? She never moved without a reason, but the reason was never simple, and it was never harmless.Fortunately for her, she wasn’t standing here with the rest of the welcome committee. I gave Tomas a brief nod—nothing more than a flicker of movement, but he understood it instantly. He excused himself, heading off to find her, leaving m

Castle.Angel’s fingers were still around my throat when he whispered, “Kiss me.”I could have pressed my mouth to his and given him what he wanted. But where’s the fun in being predictable?So instead, I gripped his wrist and gently eased his hand away. Then I pushed him back against the bed—slow, careful, and mindful of the injuries I’d catalogued the second I walked in.Then I crawled toward him, slowly and seductively, making sure to watch every reaction on his face. My knees sank into the mattress as I advanced, with the springs sighing under my weight. I kept my briefs on, because this wasn’t about rushing. This was about watching him come undone one breath at a time.His eyes tracked me the whole way, heavy-lidded, and his chest rose faster with each labored breath.When I got close enough for my breath to mingle with his, I stopped. We looked into each other’s eyes as we breathed in tandem. We didn’t touch, nor did we kiss. Just let the air between us burn.Then I tilted my h

Castle. The second I got into my car, I slammed the door harder than I needed to. The sound cracked through the quiet street, and still it wasn’t enough to drown out the storm in my head.Three fucking heart emojis.I sat there, gripping the steering wheel tightly, staring blankly out at the road, as I replayed the image on the screen in my head. Lucas and the damn emojis.Why the hell would Angel save his number like that? I mean, people don’t just use emojis for a stand-in date, do they? I remembered Lucas too clearly for comfort. He had come to the Speakeasy with Angel on a double date with Daisy and her boyfriend, who was one of my lackeys. And this double date was something I orchestrated by the way.I remembered thinking he was the perfect man for Angel with the way he was vulnerable around him, and so perfect. I remembered thinking it was my fault because I was the one that ran away when Angel started asking too many questions. And lastly, I remembered how easily I had dis