The Devil's Angel (Angels of the Underworld: Book One) (✔️)

Chapter Twenty (Edited)

(Vincenzo's POV)

I waited and I waited patiently. I sat in the chair that was in the dark corner. He wouldn't see me when he came in, that's how I wanted it.

When I saw her face and she gave me names my blood began to boil. My fists balled by my sides and I clenched my jaw tightly shut.

She didn't ask me not to hurt them because she knew I wouldn't listen. Instead, she asked me for food. My wife was one of a kind.

I left our room and went to Stefano's house outback. He was expecting me. He told me everything. He told what was said and who did what. Stella told me the rest.

I don't know how long I sat in the dark but it felt like hours before Stefano texted me.

From Stefano:
On his way up.

I didn't respond. I continued sitting in the chair and played with my knife. I mostly used my gun for business purposes. My knife was for personal purposes. The more I played with it the more blood I got on my hands but I didn't care.

I heard him put his key in the door and then it opened. I could see him perfectly but he couldn't see me. I had loosened the lightbulb in the main light in the living room so it wouldn't work and he only had the kitchen light to see with.

He didn't know that so he tried flipping on the light.

"Stupid bitch." He cursed under his breath. "Emily, you didn't think to change to the lightbulb?!" He yelled out.

He got no answer.

"Emily?! I know you're here. Your car is in the parking lot and your purse is still here!" He yelled walking into the kitchen to put the bag of takeout down along with his keys and phone.

He walked back to the bedrooms to look for her and I couldn't help but smile when I heard him curse and begin to panic.

Emily, his flavor of the month, was laying in the middle of her bed with her throat slit.

I knew he wouldn't be home. If he didn't have his wife to sleep with then he'd find fresh p*ssy. It wasn't that hard to find out who he was using.

Her apartment door was unlocked when I arrived. Emily was laying on the couch wearing nothing but a thong, a bra, and heels. She screamed when she saw me but I held my hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream. She told me that Nicolai visited her every night after midnight and that he stayed till six in the morning.
She got away long enough to run to her bedroom but I caught up to her in the end.

Nicolai came walking out with panic on his face and he went to grab his phone but found it to be missing.

"Looking for something?" I asked.

His snapped towards me as I stood and stepped into the light.

"B-Bianchi, what are you doing here?" He asked trying to be tough.

"You know exactly why I am here. You hit my wife."

"She's hiding my wife from me. My pregnant wife."

"Whom you beat." I spat. "You beat your wife until she miscarried, raped her, and then you came here for some more p*ssy."

"What I do to and with my wife is my g**damn business, Bianchi! Don't act all high and mighty! You aren't a saint! We all know that you've killed women and your own f*cking family! F*ck, everyone knows that you killed your old man!"