The Real Angel Guzman From Stand And Deliver นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And for the freaking fuck, what was found in the gutter? I was about to open my mouth but he was too quick to respond. "I was literally found and on the verge of death. If Butler Damon hadn't helped me, I might have been hanged by the Executioner back then." "Executioner?" I woke up because of the repeated calling of a familiar voice for my name, and when I opened my eyes, I only saw Leaflet and his innocent face. "Miss Naenia, we've arrived at the house," he said seriously and opened the door for me.

Some people turned to look at them, then continued dancing. She stood in place as the man approached her. She was magnetized by his alluring hazel eyes. They had a weird glint to them, she just couldn't explain it. "Hello ma'am. Are you okay?" His voice was smooth and soft like silk. He had a faint accent which she couldn't place. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." She noticed Diego moving to the back door and she followed him, completely ignoring the man who helped her. She followed Diego out of the club and into the alleyway beside the club. He was on his phone, trying to call someone. She walked towards him and grabbed the phone, he was calling Alberto, his accomplice. She ended the call and kep

I was pushed forward and as I looked it was the man I had seen previously. As I sat, I felt unsteady on my legs. My stomach twisted like a cold sharp knife from fear. I swallowed hard and I thought I would die but i had to do this and showed Julio who was boss. He removed his hood and I flinched. This man was ugly. He was indeed the Angel Of Death. “What do you have for me?”

’ Angel wasn't taking any chances. He didn't care if he looked ridiculous in his current position. Trembling in a dirty dress shirt. No pants. Only briefs. Barefoot and holding a gun. A gun he didn't even know how to shoot. But he knows he won't miss. He had precision. He was a damned student doctor for fuck’s sake! His hands were stable. Trained not to shake—even with great pressure. Angel was done being a damsel in distress. He gritted his teeth. “I don’t believe that you’ll shoot me, my Ange—” A shot rang. **

I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along. "Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes. Huh? "Aren't you…?" "Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend." A familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me. Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered. "I've met her before." Angel replied, "On Saturday, at a club." He explained.

My stomach felt his huge feet with heavy shoes harassingly kicking me. “I see you are still alive,” he spoke with his normal voice. I forced to open my eyes only to see how blurry my vision was. Water is covering my eyes and I have no choice but to let them flow once more crying in silent. “Stand up and do your chores!” My stepmom is here too walking from the door. They left me there still weak and unable to move right. I studied the whole room using my eyes. ‘Is this reality? This can’t be real. I meet a man last night and he said he is Angelo.’

“Evangeline, ti amo. Sei mia, per sempre. But if you stay, I will lose you.” His lips met mine, tender but fierce, and hope flared through the wreckage. For a moment, the world was only us. Then the door exploded inward, slamming against the wall. Alonzo wrenched away, his body instantly a shield. His gun was drawn before the echo faded. “Boss!” a man barked, suited in black, eyes sharp. “What is it?” Alonzo snapped. “Gavin Dominguez just dumped his right-hand man on the front lawn.”

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

Javin Klein's voice was ice and fury. "I have someone who never belonged to you," I corrected. "Cassandra is under my protection now." "Protection?" He laughed, harsh and bitter. "You don't care about protecting her. You're using her, just like everyone else." "Perhaps. But at least I'm honest about it. Unlike you, who's been lying to her for eleven years." Silence. Then, "What do you want?" "The truth. About what happened the night Antonio Montez died. About the collection. About why you've been drugging your niece into submission."

Aside from the flight to Chinea, there was another flight bound for Garman at the same time, which was Javier’s true destination. ‘If I’m going to give Renly a gift, it’s going to have to be a huge gift worthy of being called a surprise!’ When the plane landed at 3 p.m, Javier and Herschel got onto a military-grade Hummer that had been waiting for them long before they arrived. The car was extremely uncomfortable to sit in, but that was not the reason Javier was there. After they got in the car, the driver revealed himself to be Gusman, whom Javier had met last year in Hyliveskia while purchasing firearms. Gusman was also Angelina’s top subordinate.