All Chapters of DIRTY ANGELS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The cell door banged shut fast with a heavy clang, locking Lorenzo back inside like some rabid dog thrown into a kennel. He dropped onto the thin mattress, the sharp stink of sweat and sex still clinging to his skin. His mind should’ve been reliving every dirty second he’d just spent buried between soft thighs and moaning lips, but instead those cold words kept echoing: “Tell me about your family.”With nothing else to do in this concrete box, the memories came crawling back whether he wanted them or not.Memories of his mother came in snatches. She had been the only gentle thing in his life. She used to tuck him in tight and whisper that one day he’d grow up bigger and stronger than anyone. When his old man wasn’t around, she’d sneak him extra cookies or a few coins for candy. Then one morning, when he was eight, she just didn’t wake up. Brain aneurysm, they said. It was a blessing that it happened fast. But even as a kid, he’d seen the bruises she tried to hide with makeup. As he g

Lorenzo gripped the door handle as Vince gunned the engine and swung the black SUV into a sharp left that no sane driver would take. The tires squealed on the asphalt, and the passenger window let in a cold rush of air. “Third time we’ve passed that same gas station,” Lorenzo muttered. Vince didn’t answer. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror every few seconds, jaw tight. He took another wrong turn, this one into a narrow residential street lined with sleeping houses. “They’re good,” Vince said finally, like he’d been expecting this exact thing. “Not cops, too smooth.” Lorenzo’s hand flexed toward the empty spot where his gun usually sat. Empty, he hated feeling naked. Vince killed the next three lights on purpose, then slid into the flow of late-night traffic like nothing was wrong. The SUV stayed three cars back. Ten minutes later, they rolled up to Lorenzo’s place. Vince stopped at the curb but left the engine running. “Business meeting tomorrow,” Lorenzo said, already reac

Marisol's heart was hammering fiercely. She hadn’t meant to let him know she knew about Lila; it had spilled out in the moment. Lorenzo’s hand came up slow, deliberate, fingers encircling her throat; he could easily crush the life out of her if he chose. His eyes were black glass, the same wild look he’d worn the night everything between them had broken years ago, the night she’d finally run, after he had taken things too far.She felt the tremor in his grip. Rage held on a leash so tight it was fraying. Her eyes widened, breath catching, and for one raw second, she saw it flicker across his face. He was going to hurt her.She wanted to scream, but terror had paralyzed her.Then she watched in real time as something else flickered in his eyes. Shame. His hand dropped like she’d burned him.“I’m sorry,” he rasped, voice low and rough, the words scraping out of him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I promise I’ll never hurt you again.”The sob tore out of her before she could stop it, ugly a

Neither of them spoke, but the stillness between them sizzled like the air before a storm, thick and charged with everything they had been holding back for far too long. Ethan’s eyes had gone dark, the pupils blown wide beneath heavy lids, and Marisol felt the same raw hunger uncoiling low in her belly, spreading heat through her veins until every inch of her skin prickled with it. She leaned in first, unable to wait another second, her mouth finding his in a kiss that was filled with desperate need, lips parting wide as she poured herself into him. He answered instantly, one hand sliding up her back to pull her flush against his chest while the other gripped her hip, dragging her closer until she swung a leg over and straddled him fully on the wide leather couch.The moment she settled her weight, the hard length of his cock pressed right against the soaked seam of her leggings, and she rocked slowly, deliberately, grinding down so the friction dragged along her swollen clit with eve

Things were quiet on the drive over. Ethan picked up on it.“You ok?” he said, squeezing my leg.“Not really. Marvins got me shaken right now.”“Daddy?” said Ethan, arching an eyebrow.“Yeah. I mean. We crossed a line, but now it feels like there's no going back. Isla and Chad were running from him, and I helped them. I know he’s dangerous, Ethan. I’m just not sure how far he’s willing to go. Lorenzo seems to think he might have something to do with Chad’s death.”Ethan looked at me then, alarm on his face. “Lorenzo or Marvin? Take your pick of villain to trust.”“I don’t know, and I don’t think I ever wanna know.”I stared at the houses out the window.“This nosey little reporter has lost her nerve.”“Hey, forget I said that, I’m a real jerk sometimes.”His voice softened.“But I’m not leaving you today, you’ll be sick of the sight of me.” He paused. “I got you, Mari, as a friend, ok?”“Thanks,” I said, something warm nestling inside my chest.He didn’t speak as they drove up the lon