by A'zayler
Angel might not have had as much hands-on experience as Snow, but he was smart, and always five steps ahead of the next man. Vinny had taught him to use his brain instead of his hands, and due to his father’s current state, Angel was more than grateful for it.
Emelia Snow: Just parked. Your car is fast as shit.
Angel chuckled before responding to her.
Angel: You better not tear my car up.
Emelia Snow: You need to be worrying about me tearing your dick up. It’s the only thing I don’t know how to ride
Angel covered his face as a smile a mile wide crossed it.
Angel: Your fast ass. Probably just as fast as my car. Get in this club
Emelia Snow: lol!! I’m coming, so look for me. I look really sexy too, so don’t be trying to feel on me
Angel responded, telling her to hurry up and get to him before shoving his phone down into the pocket on his suit pants. The black dress pants and black dress shirt were tailored for him and had him looking like money. The black suede shoes and expensive gold jewelry he rocked aided in his bossed-up appearance.
“Sir, your visitors are here,” the same bartender that had been serving him all night told him.
Angel took another pull from his blunt before waving his hand to signal it was okay for them to come in. The two men standing behind her were accompanied by two more men who were much larger than all of them. They were decked out in black suits and shades, so Angel assumed they were bodyguards. His assumptions were proven to be correct when they came into the section, looking around before taking their place back outside his booth.
Juan and Julio walked in wearing silk shirts that were covered in an array of colors. Julio, the younger of the two, wore the shirt that was mostly covered in red, while Juan wore one with blue. They were both in black dress pants with some colorful-ass shoes on their feet. The heavy gold jewelry was too flashy, and nothing that Angel would ever wear, but everyone had their own style.
Since Juan was the one that he was there to do business with, Julio not so much, Angel gave Juan his attention. He’d already taken in his entire appearance as well as the frown on his face but had totally missed the large tattoo going down the side of his face. It was SNOW written in bold letters. That shit threw Angel for a loop, but he remained cool. After all, his calmness was what he was known for.
“Juan.” He introduced himself, extending his hand toward Angel. “This is Julio.” Juan nodded toward his brother.
Angel stood, towering over both men, and shook Juan’s extended hand. He could tell the brothers were sizing him up, but they took their seats when he took his. The black briefcase that Juan had been carrying was next to his feet as he leaned forward with his hands crossed on his knees as if they were at some sort of social visit.
Instead of getting right down to business, as Angel would have liked, the brothers began pouring themselves drinks and bobbing their heads to the music.
“I was told it would be two of you,” Juan said over the music.
Angel nodded once. “There is. My partner should be here in a second.”
“You new? I’ve never seen you before.” Juan gave him the once-over.
Angel leaned back in his seat and stretched one of his long legs out in front of him. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Angel DeLuca.”
Juan’s eyebrows raised before he stretched his hand out again. “Pardon me. I had no idea. The streets never really see you. How’s Vinny?”
“Well. Thanks for asking.” Angel kept it brief.
Though no one really saw him much, they were all aware of who Vinny’s son was. After all, he was next in line to become their boss. Why wouldn’t they know him?
“Your partner in the club?” Julio asked.
Angel looked in his direction but didn’t answer. For some reason, Julio struck him as the pesky little brother type, so he couldn’t really respect him. From the way he’d been dancing nonstop since getting in the booth, to the spiked-up way he was wearing his hair, he wasn’t anybody Vinny would have ever done business with; therefore, neither would Angel.
Clearly, Julio had gotten the hint when Angel didn’t answer, because he whispered something to Juan before turning back toward the dance floor and continuing to dance in his seat. Angel had just turned away from him when he noticed one of the large guards leaning down speaking to someone.
He didn’t have to see Snow’s face to know that was her; he could see her legs. He wouldn’t miss those sexily toned calf muscles and big soft thighs anywhere. He’d fallen too deeply in love with them already to let them pass him by without noticing. The burly guards were blocking the rest of her body, but he’d seen enough to recognize that was his baby.
Angel tapped Juan’s arm. “Let your boy know she’s with me.”
Juan looked up and yelled to the man in Spanish to let the girl past. When the man moved and Snow came into view, Angel’s world stopped. The short black dress that was wrapped temptingly around her curves stopped mid-thigh, with a long gold zipper down the middle.
It was zipped up just enough to allow her breasts to spill out of the top. A small gold necklace wrapped around the center of her neck, while his favorite gold earrings of hers dangled from her ears. Her normally curly hair was straight and parted on one side so that some of it fell in her face.
On her wrists were an array of gold bracelets and a large diamond-studded gold watch. Her chocolate skin was shining and looked to be speckled with gold glitter. Angel could hardly breathe in the fitted pants he was wearing due to the rising hardness he could feel building.
Snow’s face was calm, yet so serious. No traces of a smile anywhere as she stood like a stallion in the middle of the floor. Her dark slanted eyes looked even smaller due to her observing her surroundings in the dark.
“Got damn,” Angel mumbled as he sat up in his seat.
“Shit,” he heard Juan mumble as well.
Angel cut his eyes at that nigga quick as hell, but it didn’t matter since his attention was trained on Snow. His mouth was open and everything. If he had stared any harder, Angel was sure Snow’s clothes might have fallen off.
“Welcome to the meeting, gorgeous.” Angel’s raspy voice got her attention.
Snow’s eyes zoomed in on him, and the once hard look that had been placed there turned into a smile. As soon as she began moving in their direction, Angel stood and reached for her hand. He held it until she was next to him taking her seat. When he was sure she was comfortable, he took his seat and looked across the small table at the brothers.
“Let’s get down to business, shall we?”
Chapter Sixteen
She’s been mine
The tension in the booth was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. All eyes were on Snow as the brothers struggled to find the words they wanted to say. Angel could tell from the look on their faces that Snow was not who they’d expected to see.
“Snow, how are you, my love? I thought you were still in California.” Juan found his voice first.
Angel didn’t care for him calling her his love, but he wouldn’t say anything that might turn their business meeting into a personal one. However, he did look at Snow to see what was coming next. When he noticed she was looking at Juan but hadn’t parted her lips yet, he turned back to face the men. It was obvious she wasn’t there for the pleasantries.
“Snow, it’s going to be like that?” Juan reached out to grab her hand but was stopped by the blade that she’d whipped out of her mouth.
Apparently, he was more accustomed to her rapid reactions with her blades, because he drew his hand back before she had the chance to cut it.
A subtle chuckle left his mouth. “Still carrying that blade, I see.”
“Don’t you put your hands on me, Juan,” Snow fired off quickly.
Angel stopped moving and looked over his shoulder at her once again. The only time he’d ever heard her voice sound that cold was when she’d pulled the gun on the man at the restaurant f
or threatening his life. Her expression was a deep but very sexy scowl as she twisted what he assumed to be her blade around on the tip of her tongue. The rapid rising and falling of her chest was also an obvious sign of her anger.
Angel’s hand went to her knee and rested there. Her eyes shifted from Juan to Angel, and her facial expression changed almost instantly. Gone was the anger, and replacing it was love. Her eyes softened at the same time her mouth curved on one side. She wasn’t completely smiling, but she wasn’t as tense as she had been before.
“You okay?” Angel spoke so only she could hear him.
She nodded.
Angel gave her knee a light squeeze. “You look so fucking sexy. I had to stop looking at you before my dick got hard.”
Snow’s half smile turned into one much larger, and infectious. Angel even thought he saw her eyes twinkle when she held her head down to stop the blushing. Unable to help himself, he grabbed the side of her neck, raising her head so that they were making eye contact.
“I’m trying to make some good love tonight,” Angel said.
Her head fell forward once more as she blushed. “Business, Angel. Let’s do business,” she whispered before pushing his arm softly.
Angel gave her the once-over once more before licking his lips and winking at her. When he turned back around, Juan’s eyes were blazing with fire. He was angry, Angel could plainly see that, but what he wasn’t seeing was another nigga grilling him like he wanted to make a move.
“You good?” Angel’s question was laced with a warning that Juan caught.
After fluffing his shirt out some and twisting his neck from side to side, Juan nodded and picked up the briefcase that he’d brought into the booth with him. Angel made sure to watch his every move, more than positive that Snow was probably doing the same thing. When he did nothing that stood out, Angel scooted to the edge of the table to look over the contracts that they’d drawn up to do business with the cartel.
With Snow behind him, he was free to read everything thoroughly. Had he been alone, he would have never bowed his head and taken his eyes off the men.
“So, you want to move to the South? You didn’t mention that to Mack,” Angel sat up and told Juan.
“I thought that was something we could discuss in person,” Juan said.
“You didn’t think shit. You know that’s not how the cartel does business.” Snow’s soft voice carried over Angel’s shoulder. “Lay all your shit on the table. No surprises. You’ve been dealing long enough to know that shit, Juan.” Snow leaned over Angel’s shoulder and looked at the paper. “You thought Mack would be sending flunkies that you could get over on.” Snow rose to her feet. “You were wrong, playboy. Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”
All eyes were on her as she exited the booth. The moment she was gone, Angel ended their meeting. “No deal. Take this shit back to California.”
“She with you now?” Juan asked, further letting Angel know he wasn’t anyone they’d ever do business with.
Juan had just been turned down in a major financial way, and all he could think about was Snow. He was weak and definitely somebody the cartel needed to stay away from. Since he clearly had no issue showing Angel just how weak he was, Angel saw no reason to respect him.
Without uttering a word in response to Juan’s question, Angel grabbed the things he’d brought with him into the booth and prepared to leave.
“Angel?” Juan rose to his feet when Angel stood. “Is Snow your girl?”
Angel stretched his long limbs before standing to his full height in front of Juan. He looked down at him with a smug look on his face. “Is she yours?”
Juan frowned. “Not anymore.”
“That means she’s not your concern, then.” Angel moved to the side so that he could walk out of the booth but was stopped by Juan’s words.
“She’ll never love you like she loves me.” He chuckled deviously.
Angel looked at him and smirked. “So, that’s why she’s been popping her pussy for me every time I look up, huh?” Angel stepped closer to Juan when he noticed Juan’s chest puffing out as if he wanted an issue. Angel made sure to get close enough to him that their chests were touching. He needed Juan to know he didn’t intimidate him. “I’m not the nigga that competes for a woman. I brought her here knowing who the fuck you were, so don’t end up at the bottom of a river about some ass that don’t even belong to you. She’s been mine.”
Juan’s breathing grew rough, but Angel wasn’t scared. Juan could try him if he wanted to, and Julio would be his mother’s only living son.
“Angel.” Snow interrupted the men’s minor confrontation. “We’re leaving?” She stopped next to him and looked between the two men.
“Yeah. We ain’t doing no business with these niggas.” Angel looked Juan up and down before shooting Julio’s wimpy ass the same mug.
Unlike Juan, Julio retreated immediately. Juan, on the other hand, either loved Snow more than he loved himself, or he had too much pride, because he reached out to touch Snow’s face, and Angel lost it. He’d seen Snow’s hand moving toward her mouth out of his peripheral, but he was faster. His right hand caught the front of Juan’s shirt while his left hand simultaneously went to his face.
Angel used his pointer finger swiftly just like Vinny had taught him. Juan’s eye was gauged out and hanging from the socket before anyone had a chance to stop what was going on. Unable to do any more damage due to being snatched by the large security guard, Angel wiped his finger on the bottom of his shirt.
“Let him go, now.” Snow’s words were low and deadly as she held her gun pressed against the side of the man’s head.
His hands released Angel’s arms immediately and went up in surrender. “I’m sorry, Miss Mack.”
“Whatever, get the fuck out my way,” she told him with her gun still drawn.
Angel watched her with a smile on his face and a hard dick in his pants. Snow running niggas would never get old to him. He loved that shit. After all the years of trying to see why Mack and Vinny allowed Empress and Zulema to run the streets with them, he finally saw it. That shit was like foreplay to a street nigga. Angel didn’t know where she’d hidden the gun in her little dress, but he didn’t care either. All he cared about was that she knew when and how to use it.
“Angel, let’s slide,” Snow said.
“Say no more.” Angel grabbed her elbow and ushered her out of the club.
Pushing through the throngs of people was a little harder due to the number of people on the lower level of the club. Where Angel and Snow had been conducting their business meeting had been a tad bit more secluded, so they hadn’t known just how many people they were surrounded by until descending the stairs.
Large crowds were something that Angel despised, especially in an area he was unfamiliar with, so with his hand at the small of Snow’s back, he pushed her briskly toward the exit. When they were finally outside, he grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him.
“Where’d you park?” he questioned her as he looked over his shoulder.
“Right there, across the street.” She pointed.
Angel looked toward where she had her finger pointing and spotted his car. “Why didn’t you valet?”
Snow sucked her teeth. “So they could put something in our car, or hold it so that we could be ambushed?” Snow switched past him and grabbed the handle to the driver side door. “I think not. You’ve got to be quicker on your feet, Angel.”
Angel stood at the front of his car watching her as she fumbled around in her purse for what he assumed to be his keys. He wanted so badly to tell her that all she had to do was key in the code on his keypad, but since she thought she knew it all, he would let her be. Plus, he enjoyed watching the beautiful scowl that crossed her face every so often.
“You need some help?” Angel asked with a smirk.
“Hell no.”
“You sure?” Angel probed mockingly.
Snow finally stopped fumbling
with her purse and looked up at him with her hand on her hip. “Do you want to help me or do you want to stand there getting on my nerves?”
A casual smirk crossed Angel’s face as he walked to the passenger side of his own car and leaned over the hood.
“You might want to hurry up. I’m sure your little boyfriend is on his way out of the club.” Angel looked over his shoulder toward the club entrance before looking back at Snow. “He’s probably going to want to retaliate. I fucked his eye up pretty bad.”
Snow’s face was calm when she looked across the hood of the car at him. “Don’t fucking play with me right now, Angel.”
With subtle laughter, Angel said the code lowly to her, and seconds later they were in the car. As soon as the warmth of his interior encompassed them, they made themselves comfortable before she pushed the start button and the car purred to life.
“Is this what took you so long to get here? You couldn’t get the door open?”
Snow’s eyes rolled. “No, I was getting dressed.” Her head moved left to right, checking for any oncoming cars before merging into traffic. “It wasn’t that I couldn’t get the damn door open with the key, Angel. I couldn’t do the shit with you standing there staring at me like that.”
“What did I have to do with anything?”
Snow looked out of her window and continued driving as if she hadn’t heard him.
“Snow?” Angel’s hand slid between her thighs and rested there.
She jumped from his contact but remained quiet as she drove. Angel watched the way her eyes shifted as he rubbed and squeezed the inside of one of her trembling thighs.
“Baby, you good?” He leaned forward some so that he could see her face better.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.” Angel turned in his seat some so that he could see her better. “You were cool a minute ago. What happened that fast?”
Snow’s chest sank a little as she exhaled and ran her hand though her hair. Angel was mesmerized by the way it fell into her face. It looked so soft and smelled even better. Every so often she would move her head and he’d catch a whiff of whatever it was she used on it.
