Angel (Made Men 5)

Does the ring belong to you? the brunette’s voice rang through his head.

Pulling out his phone, he searched through his contacts, then stared down at the picture that now filled the screen. It was of a slightly younger version of him with his arm wrapped around a beautiful, smiling girl.

Bella.

Eight

Dear Heavenly Father, If You Want to Keep Me A Virgin…

She took a deep breath as the car pulled up. She had decided to start over with Angel and was going to give him a pass for yesterday since it had been his first day on the job. That must have been why he’d treated her that way.

When the car stopped, she slid in, shutting the door behind her, and smiled wide, determined to make this a great day. “Morning, boys.”

“Morning,” Tom replied, putting the car in drive.

It hadn’t been his response she’d been waiting for.

Sitting there patiently, waiting, she realized the tatted one wasn’t going to give her a response.

Okay …

Adalyn took another deep breath, wanting to try again. “So, how was your first day, Angel?”

“Fine.” It was a quick, almost irritated response.

She couldn’t help it when words started spewing from her mouth, uncaring that Tom was there, too. “Do you have a freaking problem with me or something?”

The car fell silent for several moments before his cold, uncaring voice slashed through the air. “Other than you talk too fucking much? Not really.”

Stunned, her mouth dropped open. Asshole.

Tom laughed. “For once, I think she might be speechless.”

“We can only hope,” Angel mumbled under his breath, making Tom laugh harder.

Her chocolate depths flashed as she hatefully stared at the thieving, sexist, piece of shi—

An evil smile began to finally touch her lips. I know how to fix this.

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her phone and searched through her contacts. Clicking on the name she wanted, she went to send a text message, quickly typing in what she wanted to say. She then wasted no time pressing Send.

Adalyn stared down at her phone with a smug look on her face. Reading the name at the top, she finally felt satisfaction. Lucca.

Looking back up at Angel, she watched him finally turn his head back to glance at her, seeing a slight bit of concern finally showing through his eyes. It wasn’t concern for her, however. It was concern for him. Little did he know that it was too late.

Her eyes travelled back down to the screen, reading the message she had sent.

I need to talk to you about Angel.

Spending the school day with Angel, she couldn’t help really concentrating on him. She concluded that she had no fucking clue who he was. He was like an enigma. The more she tried to figure him out, the less sense she made of him.

He should be nice to me, right? I watched him steal the ring …

That was the biggest mystery of all. He should want to be nice to her to keep her mouth shut, but he was doing the complete opposite, like he was trying to piss her off.

She wouldn’t understand it next to his careless attitude. He damn sure wasn’t much of a bodyguard, considering he was never on alert the way the Carusos were.

A Caruso always stood with his eyes constantly scanning the room, something she never saw Angel do. She wondered if that was the reason for his harsh appearance and tattoos. Maybe he wanted the don’t-fuck-with-me look so he didn’t have to worry about anyone messing with him. She figured it probably worked, knowing not many people here saw men covered from head to toe in tats.

He was like a rare … creature, and there was no way anyone else like him existed.

“Adalyn? Adalyn!” Lake snapped her fingers in front of her face, finally getting her attention.

Adalyn quickly stood, grabbing her things. “Sorry.”

“You all right? You’re acting kinda weird today.”

“Yes. How am I acting weird?” She brushed it off, heading toward the door.

It took Lake a second to figure out what was different about her. “I don’t know. You’re just awfully quiet, I guess.”

“Probably because I was told I talk too effing much by Angel.”

“He did what? Did Tom hear him say that?” she asked.

“Yep. He laughed.” Adalyn went through the open door, halfway hoping it would hit Angel in the face.

“What a dic—” Lake cut herself off when she saw the two bodyguards on the other side of the door.

Rolling her eyes when she saw Angel resting his head against the wall behind him in boredom, Adalyn figured he wouldn’t last much longer, so maybe talking to Lucca wasn’t necessary anymore.

She continued to walk right past them, starting the journey back to the car since they were leaving their last class of the day.

I bet he’s not going to last one more—

A cold hand was wrapped around hers, pulling her backward. It wasn’t until Angel’s back had somehow managed to end up in front of her did she realize it was his hand.