Luciano and Luca drag a man in and I point to the
e chair I’ve placed in front of the target.
“What are we doing here, Angel?”
“Just letting off some steam. I feel like I’ve been cooped up in this house forever. What’s this man done?”
“He was someone from your father’s house who didn’t stand with your brothers.”
“Perfect.” I say throwing a knife that lands directly above his head, skimming through his hair. “While you’re all here, we should probably discuss what’s going to happen once I’m healed. Camilla says I can get moon boots in a couple weeks, so I’ll be able to waddle around.”
The three of them share a look that I choose to ignore as I send another knife to the right side of the man’s face, missing as I intended. I’m not one for torture, just a little practice and fun.
“What were you thinking, princess?”
*Well, the club has been re–opened right? I’d like to get back to work, and the gym. Don’t get me wrong, all of this has been fun, but I do miss the girls and Harley.”
“Who the fuck is, Harley?” They all bark out together. I roll my eyes and throw another knife at the man that hits the chair just below his crotch to make a point to these men, who all seem to take it as a warning.
“Harley would be a friend who owns my apartment. He also trained with me before the fight at Ronaldo’s to make sure I was ready, but you all still didn’t answer my question. The club is open again, yes?”
“You don’t have an apartment anymore. We moved your things out and put them in storage here. Yes, the club is opened but we have yet to discuss if we will allow you to work again and as for the gym, we have one here, obviously. Luciano says in a matter–of–fact way.
I take three knives and hurl them in quick succession around the man’s face.
“And who the hell said that the three of you were going to tell me what to do?” I snap out.
“Honey..” Tony places his hand on my shoulder and kneels in front of me. “We just want to make sure you’re safe. After what happened, we wouldn’t be able to live with ourselves if something happened again.”
can appreciate that, but as you have already seen, I can handle myself. For the first time ever, I’m not running. I want to be able to hold onto these friends. I want a normal–ish sort of life, and I want to make my own money.”
Luciano pulls out a black card from his wallet and hands it to me. “Here, money made, no limit.” It reads my name and my jaw hangs open.
“This is not making money!”
“Who cares? You’re ours to love, protect and provide for. Please, Angel. Let us do this for you.”
I look at Lura who’s been silent this whole time. Maybe he will take my side.
“Luca, baby…Don’t you want to see your princess all dressed up and dancing for you?” I but my eyelids in an attempt to sway him, but Tony and Luciano are throwing him equal looks of force.
“Aw man, you guys are killing me here! She did look so good up on the stage!”
“Yes! Come here big guy!” 1 squeal and pull him in for a kiss. “See! Now we’re two against two for votes!”
How about this, Angel…when, and only when your legs are fully healed, you can help Kevin manage the club. Lord knows he could use a break. Ne dancing though. A deal?”
“And the gym?”
