1 Angel

✨Yuri✨

Las Vegas. The city that's awake from dusk till dawn. Who would have thought that this town would show me something I never expected, never in my lifetime.

I was in a local coffee shop with my best friend/assistant, Kolya.

My head is pounding from lack of sleep and I badly needed a cup or two of black coffee. We are here in this damned hot city for almost three days now, overseeing the enhancement we made on one of our warehouses.

We are strengthening our local connections because of the continuous attacks on the Italian Mafia's warehouses in the past three weeks. The whole underworld is alerted by their losses. At this rate, they will be wiped out of society in no time. It is still unknown who the attacker is, no group wants to claim these so-called 'attacks'.

The newly appointed drug enforcement Chief is one of our concerns, that's why Dad ordered me to handle this job personally. The last one was shot dead in a buy-bust operation and unlike him, this new Chief is hard to please but not impossible. With a twenty percent increased kickback and a little hostility, he got soft and was willing to cooperate.

"What can I get you?" the purple-haired server named 'Live' - on her name tag - took our orders.

"Two black coffee and an apple pie, Darling," Kolya answered for us.

The server wears this thick dark makeup under and above her eyes, with purple lipstick and a messy hair in an untidy bun above her head. She looked angry and sad in the previous mornings we walked in here. She smiled sarcastically towards Kolya as if his presence disgusted her.

Kolya whistled when she turned around and walked back to the counter ''man. seksual'naya zadnitsa, but that purple hair turns me on." (sexy ass)

I looked at him sharply, appalled by his attitude. I shook my head and checked my email on my phone again.

My best friend just can't stop whining. I learned to ignore his irritating voice since we were younger and I just want to put a bullet in his head right now.

Live came back with our order and at last he lessened - not stopped - talking with the food in his mouth. The pounding in my head eased a little when I took a few sips of my cup of black coffee.

This coffee shop doesn't have the best tasting coffee in the city, but it will do for keeping our low profile. There were few customers at this time of the day, aside from us and three old folks, each one on their old pallet chestnut polished tables and chairs. The smell was awful, burnt coffee mixed with their fermented rose air freshener, which worsened my headache.

I heard the door chimed, and I didn't bother to look up. There's no threat in the vicinity, but I was alerted when Kolya stopped talking. I looked at him and his eyes were focused on something, not a cautious look but... astonishment?

Following his gaze, there stood by the counter was a girl, back facing us. I looked back at my friend and he was practically drooling.

I rolled the newspaper above the table and slapped him on the head.

"der'mo!" he glared at me. (Shit)

"There's a fly inside your open mouth," taking the last sip of my coffee and motioned Live to refill my cup.

My best friend looked back at the girl again and this time, he has a grin plastered on his face. "She'll be moya shlyukha" he murmured. (my whore)

Being in the mafia, we can take whoever we want and do whatever we want with them. We are called many things, but human trafficking is something I distaste.

I studied that girl in front of the counter as she sweetly talked to the old man behind the cash register. She was wearing a blue floral Sunday dress that hangs in the middle of her thigh, showing her perfectly shaped legs topped with a gray cardigan. Her dark gray wavy hair is cascading freely on her back and it looks so soft from afar. I wonder how it would feel in between my fingers. What caught my attention was, she stood barefoot, holding her high heels in her hand.

She turned around searching for a table and I took in her face. Her eyes were light brown, pinkish plum lips, defined soft jaw, and a perfectly goddess-like-shaped nose. She looks so tempting.

She took the table across from us which gave me a better way of watching her move, her hand on her phone, her brows slightly frowning while reading something in it, and the way her lips slightly curved into a smile.

''Looks like someone has an eye for Angel." Kolya's voice pulled my watching eye on her.

''Angel?" my brows furrowed.

He nodded as he took a big bite of the apple pie. ''I'll make her wear 'angel costume' later in my bed.''

I chuckled lightly ''your sexual imaginations affects your brain from functioning.''

Kolya laughed loudly, getting the attention of the few people in the café, including Angel's. Our eyes met, and she sheepishly smiled at me. I stared at her with a blank face, I never smiled at strangers. It is mandatory and a habit that I make myself superior to others and smiling makes me soft; I think. She broke her gaze from me and it gave me a feeling of, how should I put it, rejection?

"Come on, Yuri." I looked back at my friend. ''Just admit it, you want to taste her too."

He is right; she is not the typical girl I would prefer for the night, but I wonder how she tastes, how her moan sounds, and hearing my name from her mouth when she screams from pleasure. The pleasure only I will be able to give her.

~~

We are now at this private party thrown by Zion, at Waldorf Astoria, one of our closest business partners in trade. We talked about the new shipment schedule for a more discreet work of our group. His party is packed with lustful whores, rich brats, and hungry man-whores. Drugs, alcohol, and smoke are mixing with the upbeat tune from the DJ.

Kolya is now on the dance floor, grinding his manhood into an intoxicated blond.

His hand is all over her ass and boobs. Gregory, one of my trusted men, was standing close to me taking Kolya's place. I knew my best friend would truly enjoy this party.

I'm on my fourth bottle of beer when I notice the girl from the coffee shop earlier. I instructed my men to find out who she was, but they were having a hard time locating her. My team is highly unlikely to fail in checking anyone's background, but instead of fuming, I found it amusing.

The chase.

"Bourbon" she almost shouted her orders to the bartender, and her voice was so soothing to my ears.

I don't know what is happening to me, but somehow; I find everything about her so intriguing. Maybe it's because I haven't had a fuck in a month. I was so busy with work that I had no time to get laid.

She took all the content of her glass, bottoms up, and ordered another one, and again. I watched her walk to the dance floor and sway her body. Her wavy hair was moving freely with some sticking in her sweaty neck, and her white dress was so inviting. She was wearing four inches stilettos this time and I remember how her cute little feet looked earlier and it made me chuckle a little.

A tattooed guy wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, making her turn around. I recognize him, Steven. A complete maniac and an assassin for hire. What is he doing here?

She smiled at Steven, and I felt a tug in my stomach. She wrapped her arms around his neck and their bodies continued to move with the song. I didn't realize that I was feeling angry until the beer bottle in my hand shattered into pieces. Gregory looked at me confused.

I didn't like the idea of other men touching her, she's mine and she will be mine alone.

I ordered Gregory to alert my men outside of the building; I wanted her in my room tonight and they know I don't tolerate failure.

Looking back into the dance floor after wiping the blood from my hand, she was nowhere in sight.

Steven must've gotten her. I briskly walked to Zion's security office and ordered his men to search for her through the cameras while my men searched on foot. She is nowhere in sight. I cursed myself for not making a move when she was in my arms' grasp.

~~

I was in the hotel presidential suite, waiting for my men's report. Zion told me that the girl was not on his guest list and it's making me anxious.

''Can you... stop pacing, Yuri," my Russian best friend burst out in frustration. ''We will find Angel. You will have her in your bed tonight.''

I didn't bother to answer him. A lot of questions are in my mind right now. Who could she be? How did she get to that private party?

''She's just a shlyukha," Kolya muttered under his breath. (Whore)

''Steven has her," I snapped. ''ona moya!'' (She is mine)

His eyes widened and opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. He took a deep breath and was about to give an entire speech when the doorbell buzzed in our suite.

Kolya quickly opened the door, and I was astounded by what's in front of me.

My men are wounded. This never happens. My men are highly trained, the best of the best in fighting, arms, and in every aspect of our work.

Gregory stepped forward and his right eye was swollen and half-open.

''Boss'' his voice was cracked and full of shame. ''The girl.''