What Is Angel Dust's Job Novels & Stories

Once we were in the air, I left her with my mother and Tattia and went to talk to Roscoe. Alessandra I was awake when I heard him open the door the first time. When my phone rang, I heard it; I also heard him take it and close the door. I jumped off the bed and listened at the door. When I heard him say "James," I figured he would handle that. James seemed demented and irrational. I knew without a doubt that he was responsible for burning the facility down. Tattia’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “So you’ll be going to work?” she asked.

‘Where are they? The Luchese had a habit of sending men who looked like they stepped out of a funeral. Black suits. Pale eyes on dark sunglasses. The smell of cigars and gun powder and the quiet violence they exude. Ten days ago, he’d still been in boarding school. Angel was an exchange student. And he was living his life to the fullest. The USA was a country of freedom! Then one night, he got a call from his mother. Saying he has to go back home.

He couldn’t believe he had ever doubted her, she was the epitome of innocence, they lived two worlds away yet bonded together. Her taste, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he could get addicted to it. She watched him with innocent eyes, completely clueless, he was the big bad wolf and she was the white sheep. His complete opposite. She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel.

I said, walking out. Of course my brothers and I wouldn’t be happy to leave our mate, but I trusted other Shadows. You can’t be in battle without trust, and I knew Ellie would have only the best watching over her. I looked all over for Angel before finally finding her in the greenhouse, grinding up some herbs. I didn’t ask, and I didn’t want to know. She was always soft on River, he would look for certain things in the wild for her when he was out on assignments. I didn’t have time for that nonsense. Picking flowers and shit? No thanks!

Angel stayed outside for a few minutes to compose herself and her thoughts. As the boss, you didn’t question when someone told you to do something. And if he liked it or not, Angel was Damian’s boss and he had better start listening. Oh, she knew he was curious, how could you not be? But that didn’t mean that you didn’t listen when someone said something. This could have gone a lot worse and if something happened, well it was on her head. She was supposed to be protecting him, not putting him in danger because he was curious.

I snap, cutting the call. Drugging Sage seemed the easiest option back then to make her do whatever I want. But I didn't care of the consequences back then. Angel-Dust isn't a joke, it's the most notorious drug out in the market. But I didn't expect it to react so effectively on Sage. I just wanted it to help me control her emotions. With a little bit of manipulation and Angel-Dust, Sage quickly became my little puppet. " Hades. You called me?" I looked up to see Giana standing at the door. Ugh, bitch.

“Based on your orders, they were all shot in the leg. They are currently receiving treatment at different hospitals.” I leaned on the headboard. “Has any of them spoken yet?” “Actually, no. It seems they are the lowest-ranked in Angel’s “army”. They know nothing about him. Besides, they are all wanted felons.” My ears pricked up. “Are you sure?” He nodded. “They all have varying crimes like drug trafficking, drunk driving, overstaying visas, and even arson.” I rubbed my chin. “Well then. Send them to the cops.” “Okay, boss.”

He was watching me, his expression soft. “I’m Angel,” I said, my voice rough from disuse. He smiled. It was a gentle smile, one that reached his tired eyes. “It’s nice to meet you, Angel.” That was the beginning. He came when he could, which was often. He never touched me. We talked. He told me about his work for his family’s import company, the pressure from his father, his younger sister he adored. I began to talk. I lied at first, giving him the pretty, tragic story I thought he wanted. But he always knew. He’d listen quietly and then ask a simple question that unraveled my lie.

I couldn't believe that I destroyed the cabin completely. I dropped to my knees in despair and let out yet another painful cry. The tears ran down my face like a river as I sobbed uncontrollably. I did this. I vaguely remembered the warning I had received from the angel when I thought I was dead. She had warned me that I had the power for good and also for great destruction. I had vowed to myself from that day that my powers would only be used for good. I wanted to laugh at my old self as I now stood in front of my own destruction.

says Dustin, panic trailing in his voice. “Go get some ice and fill the tub,” Devlin orders, completely snubbing Dustin's suggestion. “Brother…” “Fuck it, Dustin! Hurry,” he yells, voice loud and severe. “I’m not losing this bargain,” softly, “I’ve looked everywhere for you. I’ve had to absorb hell damned souls than yours to find yours. You are the unluckiest person I know, Ria, and that is special. Trust me. Everything you touch breaks, everything handed to you rots or withers away and it is not by choice, it is how you were created. No wonder you don’t believe in angels, God.” He is rubbing little circles on my forehead, talking so lowly like singing a lullaby to send me to sleep.