Mafia king and demon, Noah Gabriel is everyone's fear, and the very mention of his name makes one shudder.
Everyone adores Isabella Rose Robinson, who is known as an angel, and she has her unique style of speaking.
After they meet, Noah forces her...
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Isabella's POV:
I am unable to sleep, and I am very concerned.
Hopefully, he wore his vest, because if he didn't, I was going to skin him alive.
I am standing in my room near the window, waiting for the cars to enter the gate. It is currently 2 a.m.
After a few minutes, I see the cars enter the gate. I leave my room and go to them; they leave the car, and I notice that all of them are safe and fine, which made me sigh in relief.
The boys were removing the equipment and returning it to their place.
I run, then jump on Noah and hug him. He wraps his hands around my waist and catches me.
"You made it back safe," I mumble through the hug.
"I promised you, didn't I?" I kissed his neck.
Wait what.
I kissed his neck.
That was an involuntary action.
God, what did I do?
I tried to act normal even though I felt my cheeks burning.
We pull, and he places me on the floor. I was able to feel the bullet-proof vest when I was hugging him, which made me feel proud of myself for convincing him.
"Thank you so much, Isabella; we are also fine." Rowan mocked me.
"I don't talk to body shamers." I turn my head away from him, remembering that he boob-shamed me earlier.
I turn back to Noah, who is staring at me. "I have a surprise for you," he says as I get excited.
"Really, what is it?" I say this with a huge grin on my face.
"Your best friend, whose name I don't know, is coming in a few days," he says, and I feel the blood rushing through my veins.
I was so happy. Finally, I will meet Ava again. "Thank you," I say calmly, and he nods. I didn't hug him. I know he is waiting for a hug from me. I want to see his reaction.
Noah's POV:
What the fuck was that? I was expecting a hug, at least. I raise an eyebrow, and she smirks.
Fuck that smirk.
"Is that it?" I asked her after I cleared my throat.
"What do you mean?" She seriously doesn't know what I am referring to.
"Come here." I find myself getting excited when she raises her arms.
I'm looking forward to a fucking hug.
Her arms wrap around my neck as I bend. I place my face in the crook of her neck and smell her.
