His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One

by Kimberly Blalock

  The CIA was on them long before the ATF and FBI got involved. When they crossed the border all bets were off. Yea I know what you’re thinking. Why did the government give the visa? That’s simple, we want to stop them, but we need to get all of the dirty we can before we end them. These things take a long time to come together. Sometimes years.

  I met an agent in the FBI a few years ago that had been deep undercover for ten years before the crew he was with had finally been taken down. I don’t know how he did that shit to be honest. I should just kill this prick Damassi and get this over with.

  I look back to Natalia who has just pushed some douche on his ass.

  Ha, he should probably leave that one alone.

  Natalia is only one of two people I call a friend. She has my back and has been helping me take care of some business that’s let’s just say, “ Off the books”. But, since my business isn’t something you bring up in mild conversation we keep our friendship in the dark, especially since Nat is working on something that can potentially burn the one person I care most about.

  I guess I should consider myself lucky that Damassi and his goon’s haven’t figured out who I am yet. It means that I can come and go as I please, but if Nat is on her game and I know she is, then what she says about Marco knowing something about me is concerning because his biz partners will soon know something too, especially since I’m here close to Abby and he isn’t. I know for a fact that Marco Silva is working with Donovan Damassi on importing guns and drugs from Brazil.

  Damassi’s a powerful man that enjoys a nice bourbon, a Cuban cigar, and a beautiful woman. If he finds out who Abby is he will only want her so that he can show up Marco, or maybe he will see what I see in her. Then I will kill him. End of.

  Marco and Damassi are both manipulating men that hold power in their own right. Each one pissing on every bush they can, marking their territory. I think that’s called “ small dick syndrome”. Something I know nothing about.

  Abby is so much more than beautiful though, she’s pure heaven. She loves with her whole heart and that makes this whole thing hard. She’s so at risk of getting hurt. The repercussions are going to be hell. I have never cared about anyone like I do her. No let me rephrase. I have only cared about one other woman and that was and is my mother, Cynthia Young-Carter.

  I walk around for several minutes until finally I see Abby on the dance floor.

  Mother-Fucking-Oblivion.

  Her eyes are closed and her hands are traveling all over her tiny body. Her hair is pulled to the side and I can see the reflection of sweat running down to her beautiful breasts as she dances to some rap shit. This is ok, but damn how about some AC/DC or some Falling Down? I have just the song in mind that I would like to see her dance to. I adjust myself.

  Well here goes everything. Fuck! What if she rejects me? I don’t think I will take that well. No definitely not going to take that well at all.

  I know that she’s not like the girls in this place though. Most of them are only looking for a fuck. She hasn’t even looked in the direction of another man since Marco left. She’s loyal and honest. An angel.

  Guilt washes over me as I think of all the shit she has no idea is going on around her. I’m going to protect her from it, but she’s going to find out one way or another. I just don’t know how she will find out.

  I stop in front of the crowd that has gathered around her. I make direct eye contact with her. Her body stills and I see that I’m affecting her. I’m going to take her into my arms and I’m never going to let her go. Ever!

  Chapter Four

  Abby

  I walk to the bathroom feeling the alcohol take effect. I look over to my left as I adjust my top that’s out of place from all of the pushing and bumping. I turn my head and open my eyes wide when I see the same man I saw at LAX earlier.

  Oh my God! I think, because he sees me too. I turn, trying to hide my face. I lean against the concrete, closing my eyes, wishing I could become one with it. As I stand there contemplating my escape plan he approaches me in his dark denim jeans and black dress shirt, his hair just long and messy enough for me to grab ahold of. I blink my eyes, removing all of the sexy thoughts running through my mind, well trying to anyway.

  All of the women in the line notice him too, but he ignores their laughter and continues towards me. I melt against the wall losing all feeling in my body.

  He’s approaching very slowly, seductively, and damn he’s definitely hot.

  “Hello, didn’t I see you earlier at the airport?”

  “Um, I’m not sure,” I say as I turn my head and bite my bottom lip.

  “I saw you in the VIP area. I wanted to talk to you, but you were with someone and I didn’t want to intrude. I would intrude, however, if I thought you wanted me to,” he says, leaning up against the wall next to me.

  His eyes wander over my body and suddenly I feel underdressed. He takes my personal space as his own and I want to run.

  The women in the line definitely want him. Oh my, he’s sexy, and arrogant; his cologne is a clean scent. He’s probably a man-whore and probably has had half of these women already. There is no way I’m doing whatever it is he is thinking. I blush. Crap now he probably thinks I’m getting hot because of him.

  “Well, I’m actually just here with friends, and I really don’t know that guy,” I reply. I’m not lying. I am here with him, but I’m also here with Amy and Dom.

  Just as I say that it’s my turn to use the bathroom and I feel so relieved.

  “It’s my turn, have a good night,” I say as I quickly turn and walk away, taking a deep relieving breath.

  I use the bathroom and freshen up in front of the sink pulling my gloss out of my clutch. As I look into the mirror I see a couple of girls walk in giving me dirty looks.

  “Don’t waste your time little girl. Donovan isn’t interested in…” she stops to look me up and down. “Wasting his time.” She ends her statement with her bony finger pointing at me and making pouty fish lips. She and her drunk friend walk to the bathroom stall.

  I roll my eyes. What the hell is wrong with me?

  I do a once over. I decide it’s time to go back and see what my friends are up to.

  I once again push my way through the crowds and then two men appear in front of me, both very large in fitted suits, definitely not cheap, big and tall versions either. They push everyone out of the way. I figure what the hell, so I follow. As we reach the VIP area I left Evan in, the men stop and usher me in. One of the men stops at the entrance and the other walks ahead of me and stands by the private dance floor. Their dark suits are accessorized with earpieces. I stare at them, but they just look ahead and don’t pay attention to my curiosity.

  I spot Amy on the big dance floor dancing to Macklemore’s White Walls. I figure what the hell and stand from the seat I just sat down in to join her when I don’t see Evan. I really need another drink. I decide it can wait since I love this song so much.

  I am dancing and getting a little bit of my sexy back for the first time in a very long time. Amy and Dominic are practically having sex on the dance floor, which truthfully isn’t a surprise. When those two are in a room together there is always some steamy stuff going on.

  I’m dancing on the dance floor when my inner sexy girl does more than announce herself, she comes out to play in full force. The alcohol takes its perfect effect and I let my inner sexy girl take over. After all, I do just want to be free. Right?

  I glance up to see the mysterious man from the airport, and then the bathroom, standing on a balcony watching the crowd. I would like to smack this guy and his whores. Those skanks don’t need to be rude to me. I shake my head.

  Bailando is the next perfect song to hum from the speaker system. I can’t help but move my body back and forth running my hands up and down my silky ensemble feeling sensual and ready. This song definitely reminds me of Marco and the sexy Latino lust he has when he dances and every other minute of the day.

 
I open my eyes to see Evan slowly walking through the large crowd that now surrounds me. His arms reach out as he approaches, making his final descent onto my body, sliding from my shoulders down to my ass and then my thighs, very slowly making his way back up, this time a little tighter. I close my eyes as a chill, a very wanted chill, caresses me like a ribbon. Together our bodies produce an electricity that could very well power this whole show.

  Evan’s eyes never leave my body and neither do his hands. Something about the way he looks at me makes me feel confident and wanted. I haven’t felt that for a long time and I need it, I crave it.

  We move our hot sweaty bodies in perfect rhythm and, oh yes, there is a rhyme to our reason. Evan moves into my body leaving no space in between, nowhere for the air to escape.

  His lips meet mine with dominant power as he pulls my neck back gently by my braid. Chills run over my skin, once more leaving me to forget about the other people in the club.

  “Abby- you are so fucking beautiful.”

  I shouldn’t be able to hear him in this very loud club, but our bodies are so connected all I need is his hot breath against my skin to know what he’s saying. A chill covers my skin, causing a shudder.

  I don’t have time to reply with words as he quickly descends onto my mouth. My lips part as his tongue enters slowly, wrapping around mine. I place my hands on his arms pulling him in closer, if that’s even possible. My fingers dance over his muscles, his arms are the size of perfection and hot with lust. I run my hands over the rest of his body wanting and needing to take him.

  Shit, I can’t do this. Can I do this? I’m going to get hurt. No, I can’t get hurt. I pull away from him and adjust my blouse.

  I hate this blouse. “I really need a drink. I’ll see you later.” The room is spinning and I take in a deep breath.

  “Abby wait.”

  “I want more Evan, I want the fairytale, I want it all. I’m not interested in being a notch on a bed post. I want something real.” What the hell just came out of my mouth? The alcohol is seriously taking over.

  “Hey!” Evan yells.

  I don’t stick around to listen. I can’t think clear with him in my space and I desperately need a clear head before I do something I’m going to regret.

  As I walk towards the bar I notice the two men from earlier are clearing a path. I make my way to the bar. I’m getting a little curious about these two. I raise my brows.

  “Excuse me?” I say, standing on my tiptoes.

  “Yes ma’am?”

  “Why do you keep appearing everywhere I go?”

  “Ma’am, we are just doing what we’re told,” he says while looking towards the balcony, clearing his throat.

  I follow his eyes and see Mr. Mysterious. I feel very annoyed that some man is sending his “suits” to what, watch me or stalk me?

  “Why?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest as I look to the two for answers. I’m curious, but I’m also very annoyed. This may be sexual tension. Yea definitely.

  “Let’s get your drink ma’am.” The larger of the two men says.

  We approach the bar with people gathered everywhere, instantly there is a bartender handing me a Rum and Coke. I didn’t even need to order. I pull my clutch to the bar to pay as the bartender speaks.

  “It’s on the house.” He walks away and the two gentlemen ask if I will follow them.

  I am definitely intrigued, so, against my better judgment I decide what the hell, I would like to have a few choice words with their boss. I nod my head and they lead the way.

  We are walking towards a set of stairs that lead to the balcony I saw earlier. Just as we approach I notice two brunettes being ushered down the stairs and their glare almost sizzles my hair as they pass. They are pissed. I look around in that moment to search for Amy, but she’s nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

  Maybe this is a bad idea, really bad idea.

  As I walk up the staircase the two men walk in front and behind me. My heart speeds to the pace of a NASCAR race car and pounds in my chest as hard as a bass drum. When I enter the large balcony Mr. Mysterious reaches his hand out to me, I take it because I really don’t know what else to do.

  He’s leading us to a large dark sitting area and we approach two white couches. There are a lot of people here and as soon as we walk to the couch on the right the large men escort the other ladies down the stairs. And when I say “ladies”, I’m using the term loosely.

  “Please sit and make yourself comfortable.” His eyes are dark. “Abby, do you like your drink?”

  I actually haven’t even taken a drink yet. “Mm...” I smile, taking one, and then move my stir straw around in my glass, looking at him through my heavy lashes. How does he know my name and what drink I usually order?

  “So you very strangely know my name and drink, but I know nothing about you,” I say as I sit up in my, I’m-a-confident-girl kind of way.

  He eyes me as he adjusts his body back into the corner of the couch.

  I’m affecting him.

  “I do, your friend Tallinn told me a few things.” He grins.

  “Oh, you know Tallinn?” Ok, that makes me feel better about Mr. Mysterious.

  “I do, yes.”

  Well at least someone knows him. My inner sexy girl is wiping the sweat from her forehead. Maybe he isn’t a stalker. I smile, but only because I feel uneasy and kind of scared.

  “And you went to the same high school?” he continues.

  “Yea, so you know something about me.” Or maybe he’s stalker material after all, geez. “Tell me something about you,” I say, biting my bottom lip and twisting the ring that sits on my left hand.

  He adjusts his right foot over his knee, lifting his eyebrows as he looks at me. This man can’t be more than twenty-five. A chill runs over the exposed skin on my arms.

  “What would you like to know?” His eyes are hard on me again and I’m pretty sure he’s undressing me with them.

  “Your name?” I ask

  His eyes jump to mine now.

  “Donovan,” he stutters.

  So that girl from the bathroom is talking about him. Really? Inner sexy girl rolls her eyes, not impressed.

  “And the two men that brought me up here?” I turn my head, nodding in their direction.

  “Paul and Michael, they’re my security.” His? “I own this club.” He answers my silent question.

  He continues to watch me, but really it feels like he’s glaring and I’m beginning to feel uncomfortable again.

  I don’t know why, but the pins and needles attacking my stomach are a good indicator I should go. I stand to excuse myself.

  Why am I here? I don’t even know this guy. “I need to go. My friends are going to be looking for me.” Oh friends please be looking for me!

  The second I speak I see Donovan look towards the taller dark-haired security guy and when he does, the man disappears down the stairs.

  “There’s no need to leave, I’m getting them for you.” He leans in closer to me. “I’m really not interested in letting you leave right now. We are…” He waves his hand in front of us. “Just getting to know one another.”

  I excuse myself again. I’ll be damned if some man with an ego trip tells me what he’s going to let me do.

  I begin walking towards the stairs when I see Amy, Dominic, and Evan walking up the stairs.

  “See here they are, all is good,” Donovan says.

  Amy walks over to where I’m standing and pulls me to the white couch. “What in the hell are we doing in Donovan Damassi’s lair?” she whispers.

  “Who the hell is Donovan Damassi?” I eye her questionably.

  “You’re fucking kidding me right?” she whispers. “Doll I know that you are not that dense.” She rolls her eyes and grabs my arm.

  “This is the same guy from the airport,” I defend myself.

  Why am I defending myself?

  “We need to go NOW,” Dom whispers.

  Just as Dominic speaks to A
my, Evan grabs me by my waist and walks us towards the stairs. The two large security guards stand over Evan, stopping him.

  “I don’t know what you think you’re doing here Damassi, but Abby isn’t for sale like these other whores.” I stare at Evan as the veins in his thick neck pulse as if he’s going to kill someone right here and now. I’m not sure if he’s claiming me for himself or if he’s genuinely concerned.

  Amy walks over to where Evan and I are standing close to the stairs. “We’re leaving right now Mr. Damassi,” Amy says in a fierce yet please-don’t-kill-me kind of way.

  “Well, what seems to be the problem? We are just hanging out.” He reaches for my hand. “Abby? I thought you don’t really know this guy? Did I hear you wrong?” He seems just as surprised as I am by my friends’ crazy overprotectiveness.

  “Um…I think it would be better if we go,” I say as he takes my right hand and pulls me towards him. He cups my face with his hands, slowly pressing his lips to mine. OH MY GOD!

  “Can I call you?” he whispers as his lips graze my ear placing one hand on the hollow of my neck and the other on the small of my back.

  “I need to go,” I whisper because I can barely move, talk or breathe and I know I need to get out of here.

  “You’re wet for me Abby,” he says, ignoring Evan the fact that Evan is standing over him. This isn’t a question, because he thinks he knows the answer, but I’m not turned on, I’m pissed off and a little freaked out, but mostly pissed off.

  “How dare you!” I pull away and my inner sexy girl reaches her hand up and slaps Mr. Mysterious hard on the face.

  “Let go of me.” I pull away.

  “Ok.” He drops his hands and nods to the two security guards that stand in the way of the stairs and they move. “I will be in touch...Abigale Hayes.” His eyes are intense and say he’s serious.

  Evan grabs me as we all walk down the stairs.

  “Dom, you good to drive bro?”

  “Yeah definitely.” Dom nods

  “I can drive.” What the hell? I know that guy was way off of his rocker, but I’m not a child.