Page 78 of Angel

Has it really only been two days? It feels more like an eternity, but who’s keeping track? I miss him. I miss his touch—miss the way he looks at me with such intensity it burns my insides. But that doesn’t matter right now. My feelings for Venom don’t matter. I’m about to do something that I need to do. Something that I’ve needed to do for years.

I got the location. I know where Victor is. Should I wait for my brothers? Sure, but I’m not going to. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: This is my fight. My battle.

“Going somewhere?”

Damn it. My hand pauses on the door. It’s early, really early. But Jules has a five-year-old… Of course she’d be up. I turn slowly, my bangs falling free from my tight ponytail. “Let me go, Jules. You have to let me go.”

“Go where? I swear to God, Angel, if you’re going to do what I think you’re going to do… Don’t. Not alone. Wait for them. Please.”

I shake my head. “This is something I have to do alone, without anyone’s help. Please don’t stop me. Or… at least give me a ten-minute head start.”

Her eyes widen apprehensively. She’s letting me go. She knows she needs to let me go. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”

“No. I promise I will survive. But this is something I need to do.”

“And Chloe needs her aunt, so you better come back.”

I smile, and tears start to burn my eyes. “I will. Love you.”

“Love you too.” With that, I walk out… and leave everything behind once again. But this time I am fully prepared to deal with the consequences. Pain. Regret. Even death. But I crave freedom and revenge—far too much not to try.

I speed away to my destination, and I have no idea exactly how I’m going to do this. I’m diving in blind, but sometimes that’s better.

I sink into my seat when Victor gets escorted out of his limo. Such a prick, and so privileged. And all for being a complete piece of scum. He doesn’t deserve those luxuries. No, the fucker belongs in a coffin, and that’s where I plan on putting him.

I have no idea if I’ll even make it inside. But a girl has to try, right? As long as his bodyguard from the other day isn’t hanging around, I should be golden. I dressed in a miniskirt and a practically sheer, chiffon shirt. I ditched my biker clothes and patches because if I’m going to do this, I need to be discreet. Just as he enters the building, I get out and strut to the front door. What does he need his own building for? I didn’t know violent outbursts, kidnapping, and sex trafficking required an office.

“Who are you?” The guy wearing an expensive suit asks, while looking me up and down.

I smile seductively. “What? Mr. Galiente didn’t tell you? I’m here upon request. His request.” I wink, but he gives me a questionable glare.

He checks me out again, before smirking and licking his lips. Talking into the device strapped to his collar, he says, “A woman is coming in—claims she’s here for Vic.” He straightens his suit. “Go ahead, miss.”

So easy. What an idiot. “Thank you very much, handsome.” I strut past him, watching in the reflection as he checks out my ass.

The receptionist at the front desk is shooting daggers at me. “May I help you?” Her sarcastic, bitchy tone is annoying.

“Vic requested me.” I smile, using the same nickname I overheard from the doorman.

“Mr. Galiente is very busy this morning, and he doesn’t usually have… clients… like you disturbing him so early.”

Yup, she’s screwing him. “Okay, look, you can either take me to his office, or I can tell him how disrespectful his staff is. I don’t appreciate being treated like an uninvited guest.”

She stares at me, but I think I got her. “Fine, follow me.” She walks with her nose held high, and I shadow her to the end of the hall. It’s not a very big building, but my guess? It’s intentional. He doesn’t want all that attention drawn to his less-than-reputable innerworkings. When she stops at the double doors leading to his office, I whip out my pocket pistol from my thigh belt beneath my skirt, and hit her with the butt. Her body falls—unconscious—to the ground.

“Sorry, but your attitude sucked.” She’ll be fine. She may need some painkillers later, though.

I knock for good measure. “Yeah?” That’s his slimy, assholish voice booming from the other side. With confidence, I open the gates to hell. The shocked expression on his face is worth every moment—it’s fucking priceless. “What the fuck?” He jolts up, pushing his chair back and leaning on his desk.

I walk toward him, holding my pistol out in front, and it’s aimed right at his head. He slowly raises his hands, and panic—fear—drips from him. This is an emotional satisfaction I finally get to claim. I’m holding the power now. Not him.

“What are you doing, my darling?” He goes to reach under his desk.

“I don’t fucking think so. Step away, now! And I’m not your darling.”

He swallows and treads around his desk. “What is it you plan on doing, huh?”

“What the fuck does it look like? I’m going to kill you, and then I’m going to walk away with a smile on my face.”

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