I looked at him for a moment pulling my hand away from his, "Were you there at the aquarium?" He chuckled taking a drink from his glass, "Yes I was the one that got you that blanket so how about a thank you." "I uh t-thank you umm here it's in the house." I slide another glass of bourbon towards him and instead of taking a hold of the glass he pulls on my hand making me lean over the counter more.

"I'd like something else for a reward," he said and I then felt his lips connect to mine for a few seconds before he leaned about a centimeter away. He licked his lips then mine and he was back to mine only this time his tongue was exploring my mouth while I unconsciously kissed him back and I couldn't help but let out a little moan making him pull back to look at me. "Mmmmm you taste of strawberries I could just devour those lips all day long."

Honestly, I was pretty shocked at myself for kissing him back or even letting him kiss me a second time. It just felt so good, so warm, so filled with emotion and not just lust I kinda wanted more.

I touched my now moist lips with my fingers, feeling my face heat up and he laughed, "Did it feel that good angel?" I looked at my reflection on the counter with my fingers still on my lips thinking to myself why did it feel good when he kissed me, why didn't I feel disgusted like when my dad did it or when Ryan did it.

"Hey are you okay," he asked and I looked up grabbing him from his tie, and pulled him towards me letting our lips connect once again then I released him. He looked surprised and he had an even more surprised face when I caressed his bottom lip with my thumb, "Why does it feel good?"

I pulled my hand away and he arched his brow then he relaxed his face with a smile, "It is nature's goddess's way to figure out who is a perfect match for you, love. So if you felt good with me showing you my feelings perhaps we are naturally meant to be together."

I looked at him like he was crazy, "I call bull." I looked away and began to take orders again as if nothing happened I mean I don't think nature would give me a person to be with when I had a tainted body haha that would be a sick joke for me to think that. From the corner of my eyes, I peeked at the man and saw he had a sad expression on and he began to write down something on a nearby napkin then looked at me signaling for me to return.

I sighed walking back to him then I faked a smile, "Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?" He ran his hands through that soft-looking black/brown hair of his and held out the napkin to me with his right hand. I took the napkin reading what was on it, it read Zachery Henderson and beneath it was his number and his address I'm assuming.

I looked at him confused, "My name is Zachery or Zach for short. I'd like for you to text or call me sometime and if you don't I'll be the one to do it." He smiled leaving another generous tip and walking away waving goodbye to me, "Wait I didn't even give you my number how the hell are you..supposed...to....ugh.." I looked at the paper once again before stuffing it in my apron pocket and returned to serving drinks.

On Saturdays, we close at three in the morning and I was dead tired getting home. I just closed my door, locked it, and dropped on my bed to sleep. The bed was more comfortable than usual and I really just wanted to sleep but like all little good things it ended when my phone rang with a specific ringtone, Darth Vader's theme song, "NOOOOO!!!"

I picked it up answering in Russian, "Da, kto eto?" (yes, who is this) "Uhhhh.........is this you know who," the man asked and I replied, "Da, Komu nuzhno, chtoby ya pozabotilsya o?" (Yes, who do you need me to take care of?) "Hold on a moment.................I need you to take care of this certain person tonight if possible."

We exchanged information and I grumpily got up putting on fishnet stockings, a black leather skirt, and a red plaid shirt on with combat boots on. I then pulled a trunk that was under the floorboards under my bed getting my black leather backpack that had my favorite play toys inside and my favorite black wireless headphones that had a black crown at the top with black and royal blue jewels.

I then put my mother's necklace on, it was a crescent moon made of diamonds with a sky blue diamond inside it, it was her gift to me for my tenth birthday. I put on some makeup and left to do my second-night job.

(Zachery)

"No please don't I beg you please spare me I swear I won't mess with you again I'll leave the city!!" The old man in front of me pleaded while I had a gun to his head. "You should have thought of that when I gave you that first warning Warren," with that he cried his last cry when the bullet connected to his flesh painting the wall behind him red.

I yawned and cleaned my gun with my handkerchief, "Oh god I'm sleepy. Philips, can you do the paperwork needed to give Warrens company and other properties over to me? You can exclude the mansion his family is in though I doubt they will be able to keep it soon." Philips nodded his head indicating it will be done and I left the conference room so that It will be cleaned for later meetings.

Monday nights are the most tiring due to overworking or always having to get rid of rats making a mess in my territory. I headed to my office taking a seat on the sofa by the wall made of bulletproof glass with a glass of bourbon. I wish I could have gone to the bar tonight to see my angel again. He still hasn't called or messaged me once almost as if he was taunting me to go steal him away.

Of course, me being me I already knew all the information about my angel, his name is Skylar Reed who is sixteen years old almost seventeen, and living with his father. Humph I hope I'm not too old for him I mean I'm only eleven years older than him ehh no big deal. His mother Rebecca Reed died due to his father's little mafia business getting out of hand thus his downfall.

That stupid father of his is always going into my clubs and gambling away, I hope Sky isn't giving that rat his money because I know he isn't working. My love works at a bar part-time in my territory and attends a private school made for the rich, which makes me wonder how the hell he can afford it.

I look out the window taking in the view of the city lights bringing life to the dark night where no moon or stars seem to show. I wonder what my love is doing tonight, is he home sleeping the night away hiding those diamond eyes or is he working showing the world his beauty that should only be seen by my eyes.

I unconsciously lick my lips at the memory of his plump pink lips against mine, they are the softest I've ever felt, and his skin oooooooo I only wish to touch more. I chuckle, swinging my glass side to side making the ice clink against it, "My sweet angel you have no idea what's in store for you. You and your submissive little ass will fall for me, after all, we are meant to be together."

I'll take him and pamper him for the rest of his life, I will give him a happily ever after with us ruling the city surrounded by our angel children. A life with Sky, haha I know there will be many obstacles and I don't know if my love will be happy with my job but I hope he will accept me and my demons.

My thoughts on Sky were interrupted when Philips came in, "Excuse me boss but we have just received word that your cousin Mason was killed Sunday at his office around seven-sixteen am from a sniper bullet to the head. The assassin was believed to be the Devils' Angel but none saw or heard her around the perimeter. "How do they know it was her who did the job?"

"Well sir the bullet found in Masons' head was white with red swirly designs on it and the only person known to use those specially made bullets is the assassin the Devils' Angel," he said.

After hearing what he had to report about I burst with laughter, "Hahaha that f*cker had it coming haha oh my god well too bad I couldn't have done it myself but that's one less thing on my agenda." I continued to laugh and told Philips to clear the day I was planning to gun down mason. Hahaha who said Monday nights couldn't be just as good as a Saturday.

After a while I decided to go home, I got into my car driving away from the city lights to the long drive home to the long island where my place is.

My home is sort of big I guess, it's a two-story with ten bedrooms, ten bathrooms, comprised of a deluxe master bedroom suite with dual baths, walk-in closets, a ballroom, a gourmet double-island kitchen and pantry, a wine connoisseur's tasting room, a theater, a gym, and a separate guest house. The house has custom-made furniture, chandeliers, hand-made rugs, and draperies. You know, rich people stuff.

The outside has hand-cut beautifully landscaped lawns, Magnolia-lined limestone walkways, hand-carved fountains, a tennis court, and a resort-style infinity pool with breathtaking panoramic views of the city lights and bridge.

This home has been passed down to me and was built in nineteen-ten and of course, my great great grandfather was one of the four major mafia groups. When the prohibition was going on, two of the groups ended up destroying each other, and decades later the other group just vanished leaving only my group the last to make it.

The only way to make a group like this long-lasting is not being merciful but a devil where you rule the streets with fear. By day I'm known as Zachery Henderson of the Henderson group and by night I'm the Devil King of the Blue Blood group. Haha, that sounds like a superhero's intro to their story, well this ain't no superhero story I can assure you that.

My thoughts come back to reality when I finally get home so I park my car next to all the other ones then head inside the grand house. I ignore anyone I pass by walking straight to my room while removing all my clothes except my briefs. "MMmmmmn I'm so tired I'll just shower tomorrow morning," I flop right onto my bed pulling the sheets up and a pillow on my face to block the future sun rays.

I can't wait to have Sky here so I can hold him while we sleep and inhale that sweet scent of his that just calms the monster in me down. I look outside the windows from under the pillow looking at the dark clear sky and see one single lonely star.

"Could an angel love a devil like me?"

(Skylar)

I got home late from my second job, I put a blanket on dad who is naked, and based on the woman's underwear on the floor he must have had company. Before heading to my room, I left fifty dollars on the counter and decided to soak in the tub for a good thirty minutes.

I hopped into bed ready to fall asleep but like always my mind seems to think making me sigh in defeat, letting my brain win. Maybe I should get my own place. I mean I'll still give dad money but at least I won't have to worry about when dad will use my body again.

The sound of my door opening makes me sink deeper into my bedsheets hoping he will just leave. The bed sinks next to me and I feel dad wrap his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him so that he was spooning me. His member is pressing against my butt as if trying to get through my pajama shorts but thankfully he stops moving.

I sigh and try to remove his hands from me, "You won't leave me right Sky." I give no response making his hold on me tighter, "Nnn no daddy I won't leave you please let me go." He makes a small chuckle then begins to get up from my bed but before he leaves he grabs my face roughly and gives me a harsh kiss. "You look just like your mother, my sky."

He leaves closing the door behind him leaving me ready to cry, "Don't say that. Don't compare me to an angel." I have a tainted body that no one could love so I am not worthy to be compared to my mother. I wonder if she is disappointed with me knowing how grotesque I've become.

It hurts knowing she probably doesn't acknowledge me as her son anymore but still every night all I can do is say I'm sorry and beg her for forgiveness. Would she even forgive me?

I grab ahold of the bunny my mother gave me when I was little and hold it close to me inhaling her scent, "Forgive me mommy for I have sinned in more ways than one. Please love me like you did when I was small and promise to show me love before I am thrown into the fires of hell. I beg for your warmness once again mommy, I love you I'm...so...sorry."

The tears falling down my face are nothing new to the night as I begin to drift into the darkness where the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.

"Could anyone love a demon like me?"