Angeline's sleepy face had become a beautiful sight to David, who had been watching her since half an hour ago. The girl's light-regular breathing made David realize that Angeline was fast asleep.
David brought his hand to Angeline's face slowly, stroking her every now and then. Even Angeline didn't wake up when David was pressing her cheek in little bit of exasperation.
David slowly brought his face closer to the girl who was sleep deeply. Those tiny lips that were so tempting to be crushed really made David's desire kinda overflow.
Within that distance David could feel Angeline's breath.
No.
He can't do that.
Regretfully, David returned to his lying position, until the clock showed one o'clock in the morning. David got out of bed, leaving Angeline to a room specifically for storing her clothes.
The choice fell on black jeans, a plain gray t-shirt and a black hoodie jacket as a compliment. He took the Aston Martin car keys and headed for the elevator.
The lift doors opened to the basement of the parking lot. David walked over to the billion-dollar sports car and got into the wheel. He slowly drove his car away from the parking lot of the luxury apartment building.
Several minutes passed until David arrived at a large building that was quite far from the hustle and bustle of the city. From the outside the building looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. The smell of rusty iron and rotten wood covered with moss wafted from several meters away.
David parked his car at the exact spot where many other luxury cars were parked.
Who would have thought, the gloomy-looking building was the outer cover of a luxury casino where conglomerates had fun.
A burly man with an MP5K automatic weapon with a strap on his shoulder stopped David.
David opened the hood of his black hoodie jacket, made the big gunman swallow hard and invited David in politely.
Nobody doesn't know David in the 'Underworld'. His status as an adopted son as well as the successor to a cruel mafia Hendrick Brasco made him so highly respected. Moreover, his great achievements because he had slaughtered a international mafia syndicate by himself a year ago, making David's name a death drum to anyone who heard him.
The Underworld, that is how they call the world comparable to one hundred and eighty degrees of the life of an urban society that worships two naive beings named 'Justice' and 'Peace'.
David stepped past the crowd of people dancing to EDM music from a DJ on stage. Colorful lights and air mixed with nicotine fumes and the strong smell of alcohol and marijuana filled the room. The countless caresses of the seductive woman's hands tried to get David to spend the night with her while he was passing through the sea of people.
Until David arrived at a door that led into the hallway with a dim light. At the end of the hall there was a door made of teak wood with another well-built person holding a weapon of the same type as the guard at the first door guarding the teak door.
Again, David was again greeted by very politely.
Now David is in a large hall which has a different atmosphere from the previous room. There are peoples dressed in luxurious clothes were playing various gambling games they liked.
David went up to the second floor, where there were two burly men guarding a gilded door.
"These cowardly rat. Just how many guards did they hire?" David grumbled to himself.
They let David in after exchanging glances. They politely opened the gilded door and found several people in luxurious black suits wrapped around their bodies sitting enjoying cigars and two girls for each one.
The one with the most pot belly of all stood up, spread his arms as wide as possible to welcome David who are the most respected mafia in this era.
"Welcome, David Stockholm, the Devil's Son. I remember when you were a kid with those bloodthirsty eyes. Oh what an experience--"
BANG! ...
A hole had just formed between the person's eyeballs. David quickly fired a bullet from the Israeli-made Desert Eagle pistol that is included in one of the ten deadliest pistols in the world that is now in his hands.
In less than ten seconds, David slaughtered all the men in the expensive suits who had now become a useless pile of flesh lied down on the floor covered by their own blood with a bullet hole in each of their heads.
Hearing gunshots from inside the room made the two doormen break in. And well, in less than five seconds they were lying lifeless without a chance to point their firearms at David. "Next time use your stupid brains before betraying me, you little rats."
David walked over to the half naked girls who had accompanied the men in suits before. They were cowering in fear in the corner of the room, bending their knees. He crouched down to align his position with those poor girls. He took out a paper check with an official signature written on it.
"Write yourself the amount you want and withdraw it in the bank. Think of it as a form of my apology for surprising you."
Someone grabbed David's hand, held him as he was about to leave the room full of corpses, causing David to turn his head. "T-take me with you." she asked with a look full of hope. "I have nowhere else to go."
With a warm smile, David took his hand off the poor girl and left without any single word. He didn't want anyone to interfere with his life, especially for now.
To be honest, this sadistic man with hands covered in blood from the lives of the hundreds of people he slaughtered was still confused about how to get the heart of an innocent girl who might still be sleep deeply in his bed.
Who would have thought, a cold-blooded mafia like David Stockholm could be confused just because a girl graduated from high school like Angeline.