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And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

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I let out a sigh as I listen in silence to all he has to say. “I reached out to some contacts in Italy and she’s known as ‘L’Angelo della Morte’ The angel of death. She is basically her father’s enforcer, carrying out all his dirty work. There is no concrete proof to put her away but there have been a lot of stories over the years of all she has done. I’m staring at a thick file on a lot of her activities and it is not looking good man. You should steer clear of this one, she’s bad news.” “Well that might be a problem.” I say.

I continued, “If you and my brother are fucking, I swear I will have your blood on my hands. I’ve killed hundreds of people before, you’ll just be another one of them. You should never long to see me angry, ever?” Angel started shaking at the mention of me killing people. She struggled letting her sobs come out, I was still blocking her windpipe. She was on the brink of collapsing, so I let her go. I'm not planning to kill her, at least as of yet. I watched her grasp for air, holding her throat. After she balanced the oxygen in her body, she started wailing. “If you don't open this door now Ace, I'm going to break it. Leave Angel alone, it's not her fault!” Luis mumbled, still fighting a los

A silence would form, with only rain to fill the void, but my reins were not under control. — Your house has almost no windows... Are you a vampire? — I whispered. — I don't think so, Angel. He looked at me lying on the bed, covered by his sheets and dressed in his clothes. He didn't seem to mind. — I like it when you call me Angel... In his voice it seems to sound more...—I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and losing myself in my reasoning. — I don't know...

I guess twenty five hundred will take me so far and I'll change my name and get a job to survive and pray like hell that my father doesn’t find me. Angelo Benardi, leader of the mafia group Angels of death. The reason why they call themselves angels of death is because they decide when and where you die. I don't think my father would kill me. He loves his family more than anything he goes through so much to protect us with that being said his punishment would hurt like hell that much i know. “What is it that you're thinking about?” I nearly jumped from my skin when I heard the dragon's voice behind me. then it dawned on me that the doors had not yet opened so I leaned forward and pressed the

“What could be worse than selling her into a trafficking ring? Those men would ravage her whole.” But he only looked at me. He leaned in close, and I felt his minty breath on my face as he whispered, “Nothing those men would do to you could compare to what I will do to you.” And then he stood. “My name is Angelo Armani,” he said. His voice was a deep baritone. “I’m the angel of death.” He looked at me like I was already buried. “And you will be my slave.”

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

She was still haunted by seeing her parents killed, now she was being told to kill people for a living? 'Hell no.' she scoffed. She turned and headed for the door. All rational thinking gone. "You don't have a choice." She froze. She looked back over her shoulder. "Oh?" She scoffed. "And why is that?" Cassian slipped both hands into his trouser pockets. "Because your father's debt still exists.You asked how you'd repay it." His black eyes met hers. "This..." he gestured around the training room. "...is how."

I stated. Silicon Queen wasn’t able to talk for a while. Huh! Let’s see how much money you could give. I won’t let you defeat me even if it takes a zillion amount of money. “700 Billion.” "900 Billion.” Angela's POV “When did they die?” asked Lucifer when we’re finally on our way home. I was trying to put the seatbelt around my body but I failed so I just let it just lay on me. “They had an accident when I was only ten.” I replied.