💫ANGEL💫

"Zoe, you're okay?" I mumbled through the door like an idiot. I looked around. All of my other doors were still shut. Then my senses kicked in. Why was my closet door cracked? When I took her to the bathroom, why was my bedroom door open to begin with? I always shut it on my way out. "Hey, you in there?" I knocked one last time.

Finally, after becoming impatient and suspicious all at once, I wiped the sweat, that had seeped through the rough skin of my palms, onto my pants. Grabbing the doorknob, I twisted it slowly to see if it was unlocked. It was. So, I quickly opened the door. No one was there. On the mirror, written in red lipstick was "Find me", in bold print and sealed with a kiss. I let out a loud breath. Turning to the closet door that caught my attention before.

"Zoe?" I called out to her, slowly walking towards the half-closed closet door. Opening it quickly, I realized the only thing inside was linen.

I walked towards my bedroom, scratching at the scruff on my face in aggravation. I hated when people entered spaces they weren't welcomed in. If my eyes could roll any harder, they'd be facing the back of my head. Closing my eyes in sort of a silent prayer, I opened my bedroom door slowly. The lights were still off, so I turned them on. I was relieved to see she wasn't in there either. Lastly, the guest room on the other end of the hall. Feeling at ease because she wasn't in my room, I was able to put a little pep in my step. Opening the door to the guestroom, I'd hit the jackpot. There she was, glistening, as she stood naked in front of the bed.

"Took you long enough." One side of her mouth raised slightly into a smirk.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like college boy? According to your calculations, what do you predict is about to happen?"

Watching her as she swayed from side to side, hands roaming from her hips on up, an excitement rose below my waistband. Her expression oozed of lust and anticipation. Who'd ever thought my favorite little waitress had dreams of getting turned out by yours truly. But I couldn't. I had my heart set on Giselle and I couldn't afford to fuck up again. We'd already had so many reasons to run in opposite directions, there was no way I was about to start up another. Opposed to the idea of giving her exactly what she asked for, with every manic, licentious, inch of me exploiting every sweet edge of her body, I had to get myself out of this.

"You gotta go." I snorted.

"Evidently not." Zoe eyed me for a moment, probably trying to see if i was serious. When i didn't budge, she proceeded, rolling her eyes and making a move to get dressed. Zoe turned her back to me and did what I needed her to do.

I didn't want to appear rude or distasteful, but spending the night next to a woman wasn't something I wanted any part of anymore. Trying to steady by breath, I bit down on the side of my jaw as I leaned back onto the doorframe.

"You don't have to watch me, you know."

"You didn't feel that way when you snuck off and got naked." Why would I be joking as I'm kicking her out? Beats me. It was the only thing I could think of.

"What?" Zoe's was bawled up in a tight wrinkle of disgust.

"Look, I'm sort of seeing someone." I sighed.

"Who? V? She fucks other guys all the time. So what?"

"No. Not Vanessa."

Zoe couldn't take a hint, let alone a blatant attempt to deny her complete access to a night of favors. Walking towards me, dropping the clothes she held in her hands, Zoe pushed me into the wall, gripping on my shirt and biting down on her lips. Distracted, I couldn't help but notice how perfect her lips were, how perky her tits were, and her thighs were thick and toned. I imagined them fitting around my waist nice a snug. A perfect fit. All of these thoughts at me at attention and she knew it, rubbing up against the bulge that formed in my sweats.

"You want it." She whispered. "I know you do." Zoe inched her hand down into my pants, stroking me over and over.

Closing my eyes, trying to take myself out of the situation I was in, I took three deep breaths, praying one of them would give me the strength to walk away. That's when I felt her lips on my neck. Her teeth clinching onto my skin. Her tongue roaming freely like a serpent hot for blood. She stroked me faster, hissing dirty words into my ear.

Faster.

"Angel, put this big cock inside of me and fuck my brains out."

"Shit!" I squeezed my eyes tighter, feeling myself throbbing in her hand.

She moaned into my ear. Why did this always happen to me? Why did women always throw themselves at me, picking away at my weaknesses and drawing me into their web of desire?

"Aahh...Giselle! Baby!" I hissed.

"Like really, dude?

My eyes popped open. As soon as I was able to focus on what was going on, I watched her hand come towards me with all the force she had.

Smack.

"Giselle?"

"I—" I was stuck. Stunned. Did I really call her Giselle? Did she really slap me?

"I—I—yeah NO!" Zoe backed away from me, grabbing her things, and dressing as quickly as I've ever seen a woman move.

"Fuck you, Zoe. I told you I was with someone. You insisted on your little homewrecking festivities after I said no." A snarl left my lips as I traveled quickly behind her.

"I'm not a homewrecker, you dick!" She was storming down the hall, making her way to the living room.

"So, what are you? Just a basic slut that bares all in the middle of someone's room, begging to be fucked?"

"Excuse me?" Stopping mid stride, hands flying straight to her hips, neck rolling like a bowling ball aiming to shatter a set of pins, she went off. "You've got some fucking nerve, Angel! All I wanted was to have a good time and get to know you. If this is what you do, insult women after you've spent the day together, then good riddance. I hope Giselle has better luck with your selfish ass."

With that, she shouldered past me and hightailed it towards the living room. Once she grabbed her things, she made her way out of the door, trying to slam it behind her. Little did she know, I was right on her tail, trying to reconcile for the harsh treatment. Too bad she didn't let me get a word in, while she raved on and on about how much of a jerk I was. Not even attempting the elevator, she ran down the stairs like it was nothing. Me on the other hand, I was too busy trying to catch my breath. Once we made it to the lobby, I stopped for a few seconds to attempt to regain my composure. There was no use. She was already outside the front door.

"Wait, Zoe! I'm sorry. Look, I—" Cut off by a site I never imagined I'd see, a black car pulled up, window rolling down simultaneously. Billy Rojas.

"Special delivery." He muttered.

Before I could blink, the barrel of an automatic rifle was pointed directly our way, firing away one round after another. Before falling back onto the hot pavement, I watched at least three of them take a clean dig through her flesh. Her eyes widened, her breath sucked right out of her lungs, and her body crashed into the pavement. Moments later, the sound of tires skidding and brakes screeching in the distance were drowned out by screams. Screams from every direction. Screams from every person in eyeshot of this disaster. Then nothing. Just muffles of chaos swarming me. Suffocating my mind and my thoughts.

"Get up, get up! Man, get up! You're not hit. Get inside." A voice called out to me over and over, becoming more and more clear as time passed on. "Please. Get inside." And then. "She's dead. She's not breathing. No heartbeat. CPR." I looked over at her limp body as it bled out, an entire crimson lake of blame streaming my way.

What the fuck?

***Author's Words****

Did you forget about the Rajos brothers and their unfinished business?

Well, they didn't and they seemed to have hit the wrong target.

Hope you enjoyed that chapter. Get ready for Giselle-3/6

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