บททั้งหมดของ The Angel's Sin: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Later that evening.The air was heavy with perfume and cigar smoke.Strings of soft violins played in the background.It echoes through the marble halls of Hotel Valgrande.Crystal chandeliers dangled like frozen rain.And the masked guests floated through the grand room in whispers of silk and expensive leather.It was easy to slip inside the hotel.Tony didn't need to show an invitation.He didn't need one.Especially when Tony was looking confident and arrogant.Looking like a real mafia—or a businessman.Wearing an immaculate new black suit, covered with a long black coat and a tailored black half-mask.It was a masquerade party.And nobody knows who’s who.His shoes clicked softly against the cold marble as someone took his jacket.His hair was slicked back, his jaw clean shaven.He paused at the entrance.Letting his presence settle.A few women glanced his way.He gave them a wink, earning himself a few giggles from the ladies.‘Sometimes a successful infiltration is not all ab

Angel’s POVThe door burst open.And in that split second, Angel’s mind raced with a thousand thoughts.‘Tony.’He said his name was Tony.Back at the bar—the first time they met—Tony had handled himself just fine when he fought them.But that might’ve been a fluke. There were only two suits then.Now there were three.. And not only that!This place was swarming with them..Luchese men.Eyes. They are everywhere.There was no way out.Guns, too.He had seen it.The suits did not fail to have their shiny guns be seen by Angel.A simple threat.And it proved to be very effective.‘He said he was a ‘mafia’... for now.’But what does that even mean? ‘And how true are his words?’Angel bit his lips.Hard.‘And these suits are now more strict than the ones who kept an eye on me back home before I ran. Will they hurt him? Tony? Yes of course, I think they will.’He had seen it.That time, one month ago, when he went down from Tony’s hotel after their one night stand—and waved for a taxi—

Tony could see the shock written all over Angel’s beautiful face.And his violet eyes..It’s very expressive.It’s like an abyss.‘I must be losing my fucking mind.’Because every time he looks into Angel’s eyes it always feels like he's falling into them.Maybe that’s why he said that.But it felt so right.‘It’s freeing,’ he thought.And it's the truth.He could feel the quiet drum of his heart inside his chest.His breath caught.He didn't even dare breathe—Waiting for Angel’s confirmation or refusal.‘Shit. I should have tamed it a bit,’ Tony scolded himself.Then Angel smiled.‘Will he run?’ A sweet, fucking smile.There was a hopeful feeling that bloomed.The drumming in Tony's chest grew louder.He could hear it in his ears.“Yes.”It was a whisper.“I want you.”Then Angel added, almost like he didn't want Tony to hear it:“Mi ami… (Love me…)”It came like a confession.A gentle plea..Like surrender.Tony stilled.‘I’m so fucked.’He didn't move right away.Tony savored the

Tony’s hand twitched.‘Goddammit, I left the mask.’He’d forgotten it in the restroom.‘Rookie mistake, you idiot.’His heart beat suddenly went cold.Quiet radio static filled the air as Alessandro’s men began to move.He ducked out of Alessandro’s sight.He could see the little shit’s head moving through the throng of people..Getting nearer towards him.‘Swarming. They’re gonna swarm soon. Shit.’Think.Move.Fast.Tony’s eyes scanned his surroundings.Then he stood, turned—then gave one last look to Angel.‘I’ll see you later, babe,’ he thought.Heart was clenching.He didn't want to leave.He snatched a red dress jacket left draped on the back of a chair.A little tight, smelled shit, but it would do.Then a gray fedora on the table.And a discarded light brown coat on a nearby table.A mismatched color.But it would serve its purpose.He put them on like they were made for him.Like it was his to begin with.He walked calmly.His movement was measured.Confident even.Slowly.Ri

Tony kept stroking that sweet spot inside Angel even after he came.Slowly.Expertly.Angel’s body trembled from the high.And he was far from being finished.His thighs are shaking uncontrollably.His whole body was still on ecstasy.Then—“Good boy,” Tony whispered.Breaking his lips from Angel’s.Kissing his temple.His eyes were full of burning desire.Angel could do nothing but stare—violet eyes still wet from tears.“You’re ready.”Tony made sure for Angel to understand what he meant.‘Oh God!’ Angel thought.‘There was more?’He wanted to speak.But his mouth was dry.Tony slowly pulled his fingers out—wet.Glistening.And wiped them gently on the silky sheets.He smirked.As if he read what was on Angel's mind.“There’s more, babe.”Tony winked while he was putting down Angel’s hands from his chest down to his sides.“The night was still young.”Angel gulped.His breathing was now starting to calm down.His eyes were begging Tony to have mercy.But Tony gently laughed.“Don't