All Chapters of Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Castle. We were still kissing when someone crashed into us, and my hands launched out to steady her as Angel's lips left mine. I had texted Tomas earlier to search for her in the security footage and bring her to me and now as he backed into the crowd, I gave him a subtle nod.“Damn Darcy, you're drunk as fuck,” he muttered as he pulled her from my hands into his embrace. She laughed into his face, then scrunched her face and said, “I don't like Ownership.”My eyes furrowed in confusion. What ownership was she talking about? But it seemed it was an inside joke between her and Angel because he laughed softly and stared down at her with complete adoration on his face. “Why?” He asked as he tried getting down from the stool.“No no wait… Let's stay like this. I don't feel so good.”“Of course you don't,” Angel replied but stayed where he was as he glanced at me. “Sorry,” he mouthed and I nodded, trying to determine if I should stay or get the fuck out of there. Was this a personal

Castle.Angel's breath was hot on my cheek when he leaned closer, his eyes raking over me like I was something to be devoured. That gaze made my knees weak. And just when I thought he’d cave in to whatever wild need was clawing through him, he took a sharp inhale and stepped back. The heat didn’t leave his eyes, though. It shimmered like a promise. I was still staring into his eyes when he dropped the car keys into my palm with a mocking smirk.“Since you're the reason the car’s not where it should be,” he said, voice low and thick with amusement, “you get to park it properly. Make sure it’s in the driveway, all the way in.”He didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he turned and walked toward the house, each stride soaked in deliberate control, as if he didn't even glance back to check if I was obeying because he knew I would.Angel reached the door, unlocked it but he didn’t go in. No, he stood there, arms folded across his chest, leaning slightly on one leg as he waited like a king lo

Castle.I should’ve known better than to think Angel wouldn't keep to his words. He hadn't been joking when he said he was going to punish me. I thought I’d found a loophole when I got on my knees and sucked him off. But no, he had even denied himself an orgasm. That was the part that drove me a little insane, like how could someone be so committed to the game? Afterwards, he waltzed into the kitchen like he hadn’t just edged us both into oblivion. The way he carried himself and hummed under his breath made me wonder if he wasn't bothered by the erection I could vividly see straining through his white briefs. I sat on one of the bar stools at the counter, still hard and dazed while he worked the stove like a man on a mission. He fixed us two grilled cheese sandwiches with thick slices of tomato tucked inside, a dash of pepper, and a spread of garlic butter that crisped golden in the pan. On the side, he served a bowl of cut-up strawberries and dark chocolate chips, tossed togethe

Castle.The shrill scream of my phone ripped through the quiet and burrowed deep into my skull like a drill. For a second, I was weightless, drifting somewhere between dream and waking. I blinked up at the ceiling, confusion still thick in my throat as I reached for the phone. It was Tomas. Of course. I swiped to answer, voice rough with sleep. “What?”“There’s an emergency meeting at La Iglesia. We have an hour to get there.”I sat up quickly. “The fuck do you mean by emergency? When did anyone but me get the right to call for a meeting?”“I don’t know. Rowan called me and said it’s urgent, but he didn’t give details.”“Rowan?” My voice sharpened. I was already climbing out of bed, dragging my clothes on with quick, jerky movements. “Rowan called for a meeting at La Iglesia without talking to me?”“Seems so,” Tomas muttered.“Be armed, heavier than usual. And gather some men.” I told him, yanking my shirt over my head. “We might be walking into a fucking war.”He grunted an acknowl

CastleAs soon as I stepped through the double doors at La Iglesia, the hushed murmurs crawling beneath the high ceilings died instantly. The scent of wood polish, dust, and old blood hung in the air as I moved slowly and deliberately toward the head of the long table, my boots thudding softly against the floor.They were already seated: Rowan, Fernando, Raymond, and Kaito. Their eyes flickered toward me, then away just as fast. They were all nervous, except Rowan. That bastard looked straight at me like a man who thought he had already won.I dropped into my chair and leaned back. The room pulsed with tension, thick enough to suffocate on. And I just sat there, scanning their faces, letting the silence drag on. I wanted them to squirm, and they did. Chairs creaked as they shifted uneasily in their seats and their fingers twitched on the table. Only Rowan remained still.“For the first time in a long while,” I said, voice low but firm, “I didn’t call this meeting. That’s new.”No o