Sitting at a bar on a Friday night had become Angelus's weekly routine. She had gotten fired from her job at the Mystic Casino and was treading on thin ice with her landlord. If she missed her upcoming payment and her previous one, she'd be gone.
Her hands trembled around her stained glass cup filled with some hard liquor that she had no idea what was called.
'Please just go away.'
She thought to herself as she looked around the bar, searching for a sign of the face she never wished to see again. Brushing her damp and mangled hair to the side and downing the last of her drink, she quickly made her way out of the bar trying to avoid any contact with the man she once loved and still does.
Angelus Scott; a young woman who's trying to find love in the wrong places, with the wrong person, who promises to make her golden even when he makes her feel worthless.
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coming down | book one
General Fiction[revamp mode ‼️] "𝙞'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚." "this isn't a 'if i can't have you, no one else can' type of relationship, is it?" "angelus, it's far wors...
