THE RUSSIAN MAFIA'S ANGEL

Angel forced herself to eat half of the food. It wasn't bad at all.

Then again, the food was never the problem. It had always been her, and her numerous phobias.

She set the plate aside, and was about to rise when she heard a strong knock on the door.

She froze, not knowing what to do next.

From the way they always threw a sack over her head, everytime she was being moved from one place to the other, she could already tell they didn't want her to see wherever she was.

If she opened the door, she wondered if that could be a potential problem for her.

"Ma'am, I from the kitchen. I come to carry plate," she heard the voice of the woman that had brought the food.

Releasing the breath she was holding, she walked up to the door, and tried to open it, but discovered she couldn't.

"I can't open the door," she said.

"Oh, okay," the woman replied.

She waited for more instructions, but nothing was forthcoming.

The next thing she heard were retreating footsteps.

"Oh," her face creased in confusion, as she walked back.

Standing in the center of the room, she decided to look around.

Once more, she was reminded there was nothing much to see.

Still, her sticky nose could not pass on such a huge opportunity to pry.

Walking to the large closet, she opened it, and stepped back to view the magic that appeared.

About ninety percent of the clothing items were in black.

"What is this? Some cult?" She scoffed.

"Yeah, it is a cult," she answered herself merely seconds after.

"He's so neat though," she continued talking to herself, as she noticed how properly he arranged all of his items.

Each section had its own clothing items, and nothing clashed.

"He doesn't arrange it himself. A maid does that. The only thing he's good for is kidnapping unsuspecting girls, and asking them about diamonds. I mean seriously, diamonds?" She hissed loudly, and rolled her eyes.

"But he does have nice shirts though. This one I'm wearing is really solid."

A thought crossed her mind, and smiling sheepishly, she lifted the shirt she was wearing, and brought it to her nose.

His scent, manly, strong, with a note of fragrance she couldn't place her hand on, wafted through her nostrils.

She closed her eyes, basking in his scent. It was nothing like she had ever perceived.

"No wonder being around you is so intoxicating. You picked a good cologne, former Mr unicorn," she whispered.

Weirding herself out by her strange actions, she shuddered, and let go of the shirt.

"What are you doing, Angel?"

She quickly closed the closet, and stepped away from it.

It was as interesting as it had gotten. There was nothing more to see.

As she turned around, her eyes went to the wall.

He had pressed a button, and a gun compartment had presented itself.

The thought alone made her shiver, and turn her gaze to the painting.

She was walking up to it when she heard footsteps, and a beeping sound.

The doors opened, just as she turned towards its direction.

She took a reflexive step backward on seeing Sullivan walk into the room, with the woman from earlier behind him.

"I take the plate," the woman offered her a smile, as she walked to the table.

Angel's eyes remained on the floor.

Anyone that would force her to eat in the brutal way Sullivan had done, wasn't someone she could trust.

Trying to make her as uncomfortable as possible, Sullivan kept his gaze on her.

At least that was what he told himself to keep the fact he was checking her out, away.

The girl was special, he would give her that.

Because of her, the boss was moving very differently.

Maybe it had something to do with who her father was.

But to him, that was the core reason the boss shouldn't be showing any mercy to her.

In truth, she was stunning. The kind of beauty that became even more consuming the more one looked.

"I go now," the lady said when she was done clearing the place.

Angel expected Sullivan to leave with her, but when she heard the door close, and she still felt Sullivan's presence, she knew she was in trouble.

"We're alone in the boss's room. How ironic, right?" He mimicked her valley girl accent.

She didn't respond to him. Sometimes, when you ignore things that frightened you, they just disappear.

She applied that theory to Sullivan, hoping that it tracked.

"You know, I don't exactly see what the rest of the guys see in you. Even the boss has brought you to his room. It took some of the guys five years to know the route to the bosses room. Why are you being treated so specially?" He regarded her with a disgusted stare.

"You call this special treatment?" She questioned in her mind.

She didn't even know anything about her whereabouts.

She had also missed one of the most important shows of her career.

How any one could call this being treated specially, did her head in.

"You're just going to keep ignoring me, yeah? Why? You think the boss is going to save you? Guess what? He won't. Because he's busy, and we're all alone. I can do whatever I want with your skinny ass," he laughed maniacally.

Alarm bells started to ring in Angel's head, because that had sounded like a threat to her.

But just when she was about to dash into the bathroom for protection, she paused, remembering she was still the daughter of Leonardo Thornton, AKA, Hades.

She lifted her head, looked him straight in the eyes, and smiled coyly.

Brushing a hair over her ears, she added some more sultriness to her smile.

In a split second, Sullivan became both confused, and undone.

Angel burst into laughter. "Oh butcher man, at the end of the day, you're still just a man. An insecure one who hides behind meanness to mask his insecurity, but still just a man."

"You fucking bitch! How dare you—"

"You said I'm special, right? So the worst you can do is hurl insults at me. You dare touch me, and I'll tell your boss. The last time, he almost choked you to death. What do you think he's going to do this time?" She asked, and batted her lashes innocently.

Sullivan staggered back, forced to surrender.

"This is not over," he warned, as he turned around, and walked out of the room.

"Bye butcher man!" She laughed, waving him goodbye.