A Deal with the Devil
Scene: Lewis’s Penthouse – Later That Day]
Angel sits stiffly on a luxurious couch, glaring. Lewis watches her from across the room, arms crossed.
Lewis Lombardi
“You’re not a pawn. You’re leverage.”
Angelina Windsor
Mutters “Oh, that makes me feel so much better.”
Lewis Lombardi
“You know Elena. You live with her. You can help me without getting her involved directly.”
Angelina Windsor
Pauses “You really care that much about scaring her father?”
Lewis Lombardi
Voice low, deadly “He tried to burn my empire to the ground. I don’t let betrayal slide.”
Angelina Windsor
Sighs “Fine. I’ll help. But I have conditions.”
Lewis Lombardi
Raising an eyebrow “You’re negotiating? Brave, little angel.”
Angelina Windsor
One: no one hurts Elena. Two: I live here under my terms. Three: you don’t pity me.”
Lewis Lombardi
Steps closer, intense gaze “Done. But I have one condition too.”
Lewis Lombardi
Don’t die before I’m done with you.
Angel freezes, eyes locking with his. Something unspoken simmers between them.
Scene: Lewis’s Penthouse – Evening]
Angel paces the room, frustrated. Lewis is on the phone across the hall. The space is silent but tense.
Angelina Windsor
What did I just agree to? Stay with a mafia boss? Brilliant, Angel. One brain cell left, and it’s suicidal.
She touches her chest lightly, breathing shallow.
Angelina Windsor
Still… if I have three months, maybe I can spend it making a difference. Protecting Elena. Dying in silence isn’t brave. Living… is.
Lewis hangs up and enters, unbuttoning his suit jacket.
Lewis Lombardi
“You’ll have the guest room. Leo will bring your things.”
Angelina Windsor
Dryly “How generous. You usually keep prisoners in designer cages?”
Lewis Lombardi
With a ghost of a smirk “Only the interesting ones.”
Angelina Windsor
(thinking):
Why is it so hard to look away when he does that? Get a grip, Angel. Mafia. Kidnapper. Unreasonably good jawline
Lewis Lombardi
(thinking):
She doesn’t cower. Even with death staring her down. What is she hiding behind that smile?
Lewis Lombardi
“Dinner’s in an hour. You’ll eat.”
Angelina Windsor
“Is that a threat or a command?
Lewis Lombardi
Walking away “A request. I don’t enjoy force-feeding sarcastic girls.”
[Scene: Dining Room – One Hour Later]
Angel stares at the lavish food, picking at her plate. Lewis watches silently, glass of wine in hand.
Angelina Windsor
(thinking):
This feels too normal. Like a date from a parallel universe where I didn’t have ticking time in my veins.
Lewis Lombardi
“You haven’t touched the lamb.”
Angelina Windsor
“Terminal illness kills appetite. Surprising, huh?”
Lewis Lombardi
Quietly “Stop using death as a shield.”
Angel blinks. For the first time, she hears something other than power in his voice—something like pain.
Angelina Windsor
“I’m not afraid of dying, Lewis. I’m afraid of wasting time pretending I’m fine.”
Lewis Lombardi
(thinking):
She’s honest. Brutally. It cuts deeper than betrayal. No one talks to me like this
Lewis Lombardi
“Then don’t pretend. Just… be.”
Angelina Windsor
(thinking):
Be? With him? Who even is he when he’s not making threats or issuing orders?
Their eyes lock. A long silence stretches between them.
Angelina Windsor
“I haven’t just ‘been’ in a long time.”
Lewis nods, barely noticeable.
Lewis Lombardi
(thinking):
Maybe... she’s not a mistake. Maybe she’s exactly what .....
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