My Golden Eye Boss (Complete)

Chapter 16 – A f**k up

                Angel was still seeing red as she drove down the street, her mind frazzled over that encounter.  That was not like her dad, which was why she was all the more confused.  And again, had that been anyone to him, they would have paid dearly for it, and more than likely, cut off his tongue or hands.  And though she had no problem beating anyone into respecting her, family included, she struggled to do that with her dad.

                But, she knew deep down, where she didn’t want to admit it that may be the one person she wouldn’t touch.  And being who she was, that wasn’t acceptable.  Dad or not, he was no longer the man running the show; she was and he needed to know his place.  And that meant it was up to her to show him.  Just for a moment, as she pulled up to the light, she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath.

                She waited for a few seconds before she opened them again and looked around, her brow crinkling.  She knew the area, hell there wasn’t a piece of LA she didn’t know, which meant this was an area she shouldn’t be in.  f**k, how the hell had she gotten so off course with where she was at and where she was going?  She quickly grabbed her phone, making sure the location was on and then punched the gas pedal as the light turned green.  And as she crossed the intersection, the car started to sputter.  She quickly pulled off on the side of the road and cussed.

                “God damn it Angel, could you f**k up anymore.”  She looked at her dashboard, slamming her hand on the steering wheel as the gas tank showed empty.  “f**k, you are working my last f*****g nerve.”  She grabbed her bag, pulling the gun out and sticking it in her waist band, along with her knives and then climbed out of the car, trying to call Ric.  She could walk to the gas station, it wasn’t that far away, but she didn’t want to, knowing the neighborhood she was in.

                “You look lost.”  Her head snapped up and she stared at the man who was walking over to her.  “I can be a gentleman and help a woman out.”

                “Thanks, but I’m good.”  He eyed her and then the car before looking back to her, a smirk taking over his lips.

                “Well, doesn’t matter if you are, I’ll be the judge,” he retorted grabbing his d**k to show what he meant.  She rolled her eyes, bringing forth a snarl from him.  “No ruedes los ojos, perra  (don’t roll your eyes, b***h).”  This time it was her who smirked, as if she didn’t know Spanish.

                “Don’t call me a b***h, that’s not very nice.  And you will piss me off so I would suggest not putting that d**k anywhere near my mouth or I’m liable to bite it the f**k off.”  Angel was way too focused on the men before her, a mistake she knew better than to make, that she never felt or saw the other man come up beside her and back hand her, the force making her fall to the ground.

                She swiped at her lip, seeing the blood and then looked up at the man who had hit her.  She slowly stood up, an evil smile taking over her face.  And as she did a quick look around, she noticed another two men had come up.  Not the best of odds for her, but she knew she had no problem taking them on.

                “You don’t get to do that and walk away from it.  It will be my pleasure to kill you,” she told the guy.  The four guys shared a laugh as two ran to grab her.  She quickly spun and ducked, grabbing one of her knives and digging it into the attacker that was closest.  He screamed, dropped to his knees and reached for his calf as she pulled out the blade.

                With the next heart beat, she spun out her other foot, tripping the man as he got up on her.  Well, one was done for the count, the other was dazed, and that left the other two assholes.  Before she had time to think, she grabbed her knife and flung it with deadly precision at the guy had hit her; she had warned him after all.

                “Who the f**k at you?” the first guy cried out as his buddy went down, the knife straight through his throat.

                “Doesn’t matter.”  But as she reached for the gun, someone grabbed her hair, yanking her back, her head hitting the ground.  She bit back the pain the hit caused.  The knife was yanked out of her hand and pushed into her arm.  She fought the urge to cry out and looked at the man she had kicked.  Ignoring both the pain in her head and in her arm, she swung her leg, her high heel slicing his cheek.  Once the shock got him, it was enough time for her to yank her gun out and fire off a shot in his chest.  He fell to the ground, eyes open in shock.  She fought back the wave of nausea of seeing that and slowly stood, the last man holding a gun and it was pointed at her.

                “Who the f**k are you?”             

                “Angel Bellalini.”

                “Angel is a guy; no Don of any f*****g mafia family is a chick.”  She gritted her teeth, finding this to be getting old.

                “Sorry that you and your crew got your asses handed to you by a b***h, but I am the Don.  Want to try and shoot me to see what happens to you?’  She trailed her gun on him, her hand a lot more steady than his.  He blinked rapidly and she could see that he wasn’t sure what road to go.  If he fired, he knew she would have his ass.  If he ran, he would lose his gang.

                She watched the play of emotions on his face and she had to smile to herself.  This was the power she got off on, on making people scared.  This was what she needed from everyone, not just a few filthy ass gang bangers.  And she watched as the guy licked his lips, the choice made and before his finger pulled the trigger, hers did, getting him between the eyes.

                She let out a breath as she looked around; the only guy left was the one she got in the leg.  She put her gun away and walked over to him, yanking him by the hair so he was forced to look up at her.  She gave him her evil smile and she watched the shudder race through him.

                “You can tell your mother f*****g homies who I am.  Spread the word that I won’t tolerate any kind of s**t, from anyone.”  She released and shoved him.  He quickly got up and hobbled away.  Well, she couldn’t leave her car here nor could she stay.  She looked around, finally called a man of hers to tow the car and then she ran down the street and a few blocks over, holding her arm.

                Ten minutes later, she got to the building and walked up the steps, praying he would be here.  She pounded on his door and leaned against the railing, her eyes meeting his.

                “Angelina?”