Chapter 4. Angel in Distress

 I have had a very long day; it all started this morning. I got to the office and met a crying Venita. She has been my secretary for less than a week and decided to quit. I have had five different secretaries in less than a month, and none would ever be like Joey she worked for me for five years but had to quit because of some medical conditions, and since then, I have been forced to work with confused humans with a certificate they can't defend. I know I am a very difficult man to please.

 I had to start sorting out documents myself, it took hours of course, Venita has successfully ranked the first position being the worst secretary of the year. I am operating on less than two hours of sleep, I almost snapped when Max my business partner failed to give me a detailed record of every transaction of the past year. 

 My head starts pounding, I snap my eyes open when Kevin stops the car. "We are here boss."

 Just when I thought my day was ending, I got a call from Dave one of my securities at 'Nine Tale Club'. he claimed to have set eyes on Mike's daughter. That bastard Mike owes me his life. I have been searching for him for a long time now, and even with my money and security, I have not been able to track him down for three years now. 

 Mike owes a lot of people money, including the mafia and some dangerous crime lords. A year ago, a photo of a young red-haired surfaced around. I got information that she was Mike's daughter. Just like her father, it was impossible to find her. Imagine my surprise when I heard she visited my club. If Mike won't come to me, his daughter will take me to him.

 I climb out of my car, and my men assemble beside me. they are some of my most trusted men. "I want everyone to be on alert since we know she is here; it means they all know too." They all nod their heads in understanding. "She leaves with me, or she leaves with no one."

 I am armed to the teeth, in my world, you have to come prepared for a battle, I know thousands of men want Mike's head on a platter. I signal for two of my men to wait outside and guard the door, I move in with Jake and Ryan. they are both ex-military men, I pay them a fortune to work for me.

 "Where is she?" I demand from Dave when I get in. He points to her, and I stop to observe her.

 She looks high, the fat ugly guy at her back has his hands on her boobs, and the one at her front has his hands under her dress. She isn't moving, for a second, I think she is just enjoying herself, when the fat guy holds her waist to steady her, I realise she is asleep, the only thing keeping her from falling face flat on the floor are the guys between her. I almost lose my shit when the fat asshole puts his hand on her fucking ass and squeezes it.

 Grabbing him by the hair, thank God for Ryan who quickly grabs the redhead before she falls. I grab the asshole's wrist, twisting his arm behind his back until I feel the satisfying pop of his shoulder dislocating. People on the dance floor start screaming and running. the slimmer guy starts shaking. I push him to the ground and press my shoe against his neck until his cries for mercy are cut off by his desperate gasp for breath.

 I see the snake tattoo on his arm and realise that they are not just assholes trying to get into her pants. They work for Zade, a very dangerous underground crime lord involved in everything trafficable. 

 "What the hell! Aella, wake up, what did you give to her." I turn to see a slim lady shaking Redhair. "I can't feel her pulse." I land a blow on fat fuck face.

 "What did you give her?"

 "Nothing I swear...it was just sleeping tablets. We were asked to bring her in unconscious". he is shaking terribly.

 She doesn't move or stir, I drag my feet toward her, and that is when I hear the gunshots. Without thinking, I lie on her, using my whole body to protect her. Jake has Redhair's friend on the floor too.

 "Fuck! fuck! what the fucking hell, why are they shooting at us.?" 

 "Boss? we have to leave now. we are surrounded."

 "Cover me." I carry Redhair; she is as light as a feather. I move towards my office with Ryan dragging her friend beside me. when one becomes involved in a dangerous world, you always have to prepare for the worst.

 I have a private elevator in my office that leads directly to the garage. We ride the elevator in silence getting to the car park without being followed.

 "Drive miss...?" I stop looking at Redhair's friend.

"Eva" she replies shaking.

 "I am so sorry you had to witness this today, my friend here will see to it that you arrive home safely." She looks at me confused.

"What about Aella, who are you, people?" Her eyes widen in fear "If you try to hurt us, I will call the police."

 I like her fighting spirit. "Your friend leaves with me."

 "You must be crazy if you think I would let that happen, She doesn't know you, Aella has no relative that she knows of."

 I hate explaining things, I just act. "Here" I collect her phone and type in my number as if that would make any difference.

"You are crazy, I am calling the police now."

 I am done wasting my time "I wasn't asking for your permission Eva. Call me tomorrow and I will see to it that you speak to her." I signal Ryan, and he half carries a screaming Eva to the car driving off. 

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 I drive her to my house instead of my hotel. I have never brought a woman in here, it is like my own sanctuary, my healing space. She doesn't stir when I carry her up the stairs and deposit her on my bed. She is the first woman here, and it feels strange having her here.

 I drag a chair closer to her and I watch her sleep. I stand again, carrying her to the bathroom, I apply soap and water to a face towel and strip her face bare of all her heavy make-up. I move her back to the room and place her back on the bed, if not for her soft sighs, I might have panicked thinking she was dead. 

 I sit on my chair watching her. She is beautiful. the pictures don't do justice to her angelic face. her flawless skin, smooth as porcelain, seemed to glow with a natural luminescence making her appear ethereal. I know beneath those closed lids are piercing blue eyes, I was first drawn to them when I saw her pictures. Her lips...fuck! they look like they were specially created to bring a man to his knees, they are thick and full, and my cock almost weeps in Joy. 

 I lose her hair from her bun; I know they are supposed to be curly, and I am a tad disappointed that she had them straightened. Her hair gracefully falls down her shoulder, framing a face that is both delicate and strong. She looks so young and thin.

 Yet, I am not just drawn to her physical beauty, something is captivating about her sighs that make my cock stand painfully. Like a magnet, her presence alone commands attention, I forget all about my aching head and tiredness. I give her my attention, all of it, and even when I will my eyes to shut, they remain wide open, intent on worshipping the angel before them.