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Sister Pip reached up, patting her on the cheek in a maternal way that had Angela blinking back tears. “You’re a good girl.”
She wondered if the nun would still say that if she knew Angela had allowed a criminal to bang her against the wall with his metal-tipped dick? Her cheeks heated. And, to her mortification, so did her core. One would think someone with her history would have a hard time with sex of any kind—let alone the kind that left bruises on hips. And there was a time when that had been the case.
It had taken a lot of therapy and a lot of hard work to gain her power back. And to achieve the healthy relationship she now had with her sex life. That’s not to say that she slept with every hot mafia boss she found—she didn’t. But she also no longer denied herself the pleasure nor the release that could be found in sex that was her choice.
“Whatever are you thinking about?” Sister Pip asked. “You’re looking very flushed.”
“Nothing,” Angela replied quickly. “Just thinking about the rest of my day. Busy schedule.”
“You work too hard,” Sister Pip chided.
“It feels that way sometimes,” Angela admitted. She looked around the dilapidated ex-orphanage, seeing all the things that needed to be done. “But it also never feels like enough.”
“I understand. You’re a giver, Angela. It’s a blessing to the world, but oftentimes not so much of a blessing to you. Why don’t you let your friend do something special for you, hmm?” the nun suggested.
Angela frowned in confusion. “My friend? Who do you mean?”
“Why, that handsome man leaning against that truly lovely machine over there.” Sister Philomena pointed to the man and the flashy car Angela hadn’t yet noticed. “I’ve seen him a few times recently. I’m happy for you.”
Angela’s frown turned to a scowl when she took in the tall, muscled blond man. “It’s not like that,” she said quickly, dispelling any misconceptions the nun might have about Abel and her.
Sister Pip chuckled a little. “It never is, dear. Thank you again. I’ll see you on Friday.”
Before Angela could correct her again, the Sister was already walking off. Gritting her teeth, Angela made her way over to her unwanted visitor. Abel was leaning against his red Ferrari with his ankles and arms crossed. Angela wanted to punch him in his smug face. “This is the most conspicuous car in the world. Why do you insist on following me around in it?”
“This is my baby,” Abel proudly replied, running his hand over the curve of the bumper. “I would never betray her by driving a different car.”
Angela rolled her eyes. “Of course, you call it a she,” she muttered.
“You seem grouchy today,” Abel pointed out with cheer.
Angela tossed him a filthy look. “Gee, I wonder why.”
“I don’t know why. Would you care to tell me?” Abel offered innocently.
Angela strove for patience. It was a rare commodity whenever this particular man was around. “It’s been a month, Abel.” She couldn’t believe she was on a first-name basis with her kidnapper. “Why are you still following me?”
“Boss’s orders,” he replied easily.
“Well, your boss can take a long walk off a steep cliff,” Angela said with a raised chin.
Abel’s slow smile was sexy and knowing. “He’d love to hear you say that.”
Angela made no comment. Because she knew exactly how Roman would react to such a comment. It would be as annoying as it was exhilarating. Shaking her head, she turned on her heel. “This has been fun, Abel. But I’m out.”
“Wait,” he called. “Can you take a look at something for me?”
He began to unbutton his shirt, and the last of Angela’s patience snapped. She fished in her purse, quickly retrieving her pepper spray. Pointing it at Abel’s blue eyes, she let it fly.
“Argh!” Abel screamed. “What are you doing?! Stop it!”
She watched, more than a little satisfied, when the criminal in front of her went down to one knee, his eyes streaming with tears. “That’s what you get for being a pervert. And in broad daylight!” she scolded him.
Abel rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “Fuck!” he yelled. “You are one brutal female. No wonder Roman is so obsessed with you. You’re his perfect match.”
“I beg your pardon?!” Angela exclaimed. She had never been more insulted in her entire life.
“I was only going to show you this weird spot I have,” Abel whined, his bloodshot eyes still streaming tears as he climbed to his feet.
