บททั้งหมดของ Castillo Del Angel: Marked By Vengeance. : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Angel.I should’ve been happy. The week had shockingly gone better than expected, and almost suspicious. Agent Beck had singled me out during the task force meeting, and not to chew me out, but to praise me.“Agent Di Cristina,” Beck had said, standing at the head of the conference table, as her fingers tapped a rhythm against the folder in front of her. “Your observation regarding Harry Midwoods’ location during the time of the recording saved us days, possibly weeks. That’s the kind of detail-oriented thinking this team needs.”All eyes turned to me. Some were impressed, most of them were indifferent, but one person was particularly furious.Dan.I felt my skin crawl as a flush crawled up my neck. My chair suddenly felt too small. I gave a half-shrug and a nod, trying to play it cool.“Uh… thank you, ma'am. I just double-checked the visitation logs at HQ and thought it looked off. Midwoods couldn’t have been in two places at once.”“Exactly. That’s the kind of thinking that narrow

Angel. I didn’t eat lunch, I couldn’t. My stomach churned too violently with rage and regret to even consider food. Instead, I stormed back into the office with the kind of determination that only heartbreak can fuel, laced with venom. I wasn’t just hurt, I was furious. Furious at myself for even thinking Marcello could be different. Furious that I had dared to hope. I mean, this was why I didn't do feelings and long term shit. I’d left a case—the case—to go see that two-timing, lying son of a gun called Marcello. I had left behind the very thing that might finally bring justice for my father… for what? For a man who didn’t even flinch when I walked away with my soul in shreds? Never again. I swung open the office door, already mentally preparing a plan to dive back into my files and drown myself in paperwork until my bones ached. But the universe wasn’t done screwing with me today, because Dan was there. Dan, who had been dodging our shared office like it was a problem. A

Angel.I slid my hands inside my coat pocket as I stepped out onto my porch. The morning air was cold and fresh so I decided to take a walk to work, instead of getting a cab like I had originally planned.Leaves rustled at my ankles as I walked, the wind rustling them. The sky was a dull gray, and there was the scent of damp pavement in the air.Normally, I would have been behind the wheel of my car at this moment, trying to beat traffic while drowning out my thoughts with music. But last night, after I finished interrogating the suspects at the holding facility and filled my reports, my engine gave out when it was time to leave. It was around 11:30 pm by then so I tried fixing it with my limited knowledge of car mechanics. I popped the hood, cursed at the engine, and kicked the tire as if it would knock some sense into it. But of course, nothing happened. Finally, I gave up and called a cab. I was almost freezing to death as I waited under the security lights that were flickerin

Angel.I woke up to silence and that was the first sign that something was wrong. Normally there should be traffic in New York by this time of the morning, but here it was so silent.The first thing I registered was that I wasn’t home, obviously. The second thing was that my mouth tasted like a paper bag and stale liquor.I squinted against the unfamiliar softness beneath me. My bed back at home wasn't hard actually, but it wasn't this soft. This mattress felt like clouds, the sheets were cool and smelled faintly of cedarwood and something sweet. The pillows were darker than anything I owned, a deep slate gray, and the duvet hung heavy across my legs, too expensive to kick off casually.This was not my apartment. This wasn’t anyone’s apartment, for that matter. This was something else.I sat up slowly and winced, every movement scraping against my skull like sandpaper. Finally resting against the headboard, I looked around the room. It was enormous. The walls were charcoal grey wit

AngelI was already in the tub when it hit me again that this wasn’t just a house. It was a goddamn estate. You know, those kinds of places you see in old movies or music videos—like something a prince or a billionaire would live in. The bathtub was almost the size of a freaking pool. I had actually spent the first five minutes trying to figure out how the jets worked, and then another three just staring at the panel like it might bite me. I didn’t even know tubs came with panels. The damn thing had buttons for heat, bubbles, lighting… lighting, for God's sake.I pressed one and soft lights came on around the base like it was a spaceship. I laughed to myself and shook my head, because this was ridiculous but also… kind of amazing. I sank deeper into the water, letting the warmth eat away the hangover. My muscles thanked me and my brain was relaxed for the first time in hours.Still, I couldn’t relax all the way. Not really. There was something gnawing at me. A weird little itch und