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"Fucking hell. Great, now I'm a mess," Angel complains as he puffs out a smoke and looks down at himself, suit stained with the blood of his enemies. He sucks in his teeth with annoyance, stepping over one body to walk over to Zeke who just finished dealing with the last of them. "Language, love, what if our little one were to accidentally overhear you one day?" Zeke says, a soft chiding towards Angel who in turn, only rolls his eyes.โ€จโ€จ "They're not even here." And then as if on cue, the sounds of familiar footsteps are heard, one that belongs to their one and only, and instantly, Angel is quick to discard his cigarette. โ€จโ€จ "Darling!" He gasps, not expecting the sudden arrival of you, and while he plasters on a smile, his eyes dart over to his men, who should have kept their child away from the scene. Angel and Zeke both never want you to witness such scenes. Quick to step over and hide their eyes from having to witness what lies behind them, Zeke rounds up with open arms at their little one coming up to them. "What are you doing here, my dear? You know you're not supposed to be anywhere near here."
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