Anthony’s POV:
I stood there, hands shoved inside my pockets, as she hurried out the front door. She stopped, turned towards me, cheeks stained red from the alcohol consumed earlier.
Biting her pink lips, sensual muddy orbs gazing at me with exquisite desire. Shaking her head a few times, she got into the car. Leaning against the window, I stare at the black vehicle until it disappears.
Angelica Chisai.
Her last name changed, which explains why it was so hard to track her down.
How long has it been since I’ve waited to see my Angel?
I remember meeting her when she was younger; instantly, she captured my heart when I saw her tripping on a can. She would sit up, rubbing her small, fragile hands on her bleeding forehead as tears rolled down her pink cheeks. Lips were trembling, attempti
