Death's Angels Novels & Stories

Her family business survived because of fools like that, people who loved to dull their senses with drugs and alcohol. Her anger was burning as she saw Diego walk in with two blondes. She checked her wristwatch and scoffed. 'The idiot was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago' she thought. Diego went to the bar to order drinks and she saw him trade envelopes with the bartender. She started walking towards him and was about to reach him when a man stopped her. "Hey there, sexy." The man said. She could barely hear him over the loud music. She wondered why people found it fun to listen to ear blasting music.

I hesitated. “And...thank you.” Deena frowned. “For what?” “If it wasn't for you pushing me to live for myself...I don't think I ever would've walked into The Angel's Den.” Her eyes immediately filled. “Bitch, don't make me cry.” I laughed as she hugged me again. “You're my sister,” she whispered. “Always.” “Always.” She pulled back. “And if Azrael hurts you, I'll murder his ass.” I burst out laughing. “Deena!”