I moan into my pillow as I feel the sun to shift onto my face and go to cover my face with a pillow. Squinting open my eyes; I notice that the room's roof was higher and there was a different light.

"What the-" I started to groan out, but I was interrupted by a door creaking open in front of my bed. Tilting my head, I saw a six pack with water dripping down the sides of the set of pale abs at the front of my bed. Looking up the body, I saw Francis's face, also with beads of water going down from his soaked hair and over his lips.

He was drying his face with a face towel. I was in the middle of admiring him but as I saw his gaze shift to mine, I shot my head down and pulled the covers over my face so he would think I'm still sleeping.. surely?

It went quiet for a second. No sounds of footsteps or anything, but I felt my bed dip and I couldn't resist but peak one of my eyes open, only to be greeted with his golden yellow eyes, and an arrogant smirk to go along with it. He was kneeling beside the bed with both of his palms lifting his head to stare down at me

"I knew you weren't sleeping" he chuckled and resumed to get up from the bed and when I tried to do the same, I flopped back down in pain. My head was killing me, and it felt like I couldn't move without aggravating it even more.

"Alcohol does hit you hard, doesn't it?" he mumbled to me, leaning over to brush my hair out of my face with his finger. I shot him a glare, knowing he was fully aware that I couldn't move without being in pain.

As I look past him, I see that there's a glass patio door leading to a balcony, so this wasn't my old room, or hospital room?

"We're in my room." Francis announced almost as if he was reading my mind. My eyes shoot open, and I try to get up again and my arms immediately flop, feeling like my bones were made of jelly.

"Get me out of this room." I demand and shoot Francis a scowl, but a devious smirk appears on his face.

"That's the opposite of what you wanted last night" he boasts proudly and to this my eyes widen even further.

Why hadn't I realised before! I had completely blacked out from when that Sienna girl walked up to me and to this morning, I have no idea what happened, but we obviously did something if he's this proud about it. I stared at him with a serious look, and he could tell I was desperate to know so he flopped down on his bed and over my legs, letting out a sigh.

"We didn't do anything that bad, but I won't lie. Yes, we kissed, I'm sorry but nothing further than that. You were asleep when we got back so I didn't want to wake you and thought it would be easier for you to sleep here, there was a pillow barrier " he explains and leans over me, picking up a strand of my hair and twirling it in his finger absentmindedly. This time I felt I could actually trust him, he sounded more sincere.

I huffed out 'okay' quietly, but he still heard and turned his head to me questionably.

"You don't care?" he asked, and I looked at my hands as I played with my fingertips. I guess I didn't. We already had before, and I trusted that he wouldn't lie to me that, that was all we did. So, I shook my head 'no' as final answer.

Francis's smirk widened as I did that action, happy that I didn't outburst or something. He was smiling genially not smugly or sarcastically, it looked good on him. What was I saying? I couldn't fall for him now, not now that I have a plan on what to do as I learn how to get off the ground.

I rolled over so that my wings were in the air and my tummy was facing the bed. As I did, I moved my wings upward so that they weren't covering over Francis's face, that had now morphed into surprise.

"You can move your wings?" his tone filled with curiosity, I nodded.

"A maid was washing my back and its like it all click into place?" I tried to explain, and he nodded, fulling understanding.

But it must've been hard for him. From what I heard, the lab that he was raised in, he exposed as revenge and it was shut down for human trafficking and illegally testing, torturing, and keeping children in cages. There were kids from eighteen to two years old and they were all tested on to make hybrids, unfortunately, Francis being the only successful one to survive.

"I'm sorry." I blurted out as the wound in my heart for him worsened. "For what?" he half-hearted laughs and I knit my eyebrows together. "What you had to go through."

The man pauses as his eyes shift to mine and my heart stops as his eyes glow with seriousness. And in a flash, he had flipped me onto my back and was on top of me and his face stays straight, whilst I knew that my face was as red a tomato.

"It's not your fault." he demands as he wings flare to make himself appear bigger making me gush more.

"Okay," I say but silently curse to myself as I stuttered, I don't want to appear as weak to him.

As I was in the middle of thinking, my thoughts were interrupted by Francis planting a small kiss on my forehead and getting off the bed, making me lift as the decreasing of weight. I watched him as he walked over to his wardrobe and reappeared with dress shirt and plain black trousers. He turned himself to face his mirror, back to me as his wings shot into his back without leaving a trace of any wings.

I audibly gasped as I saw this and stood up, my headache miraculously disappearing as I crawled to the edge of the bed, only to see his smug face as he turns around to lay eyes on me.

"You-"

"Yes, I lied." he interrupted, and I pouted and sat back as he got closer. "To be truthful, you can make them sink into your back, no pain needed, just a deep breath in." he explains, and I look at my wings, that were now shifting behind me.

"How come I could never do that?" I questioned and he nodded to himself.

"Because they weren't fully formed but now everything is in place, fully grown, you can start learning how to fly when your feathers are grown,"

His tone light and at the mention of learning how to use these wings, my face lit up in happiness, the quicker I learn how to fly, the quicker I can get out of here.

"But you need to rest whilst I work." Francis says finally and I felt my shoulders droop as he gently pushes me to lay down again.

As I sprawl out on the bed, star fishing my legs and arms, along with my wings. We stare at each other for a while in silence and my lips part lightly as he stares into my eyes. He walks closer to me, leaning over the bed, he grabbed my chin and tilted my head to look directly at him.

"Your eye colour has changed slightly." he observed and pushed his soft lips on mine before I could do anything. Even though it was short it was passionate, and I enjoyed it.

He left without another word, and I was left in his bed and room, my headache reduced. I laid on the bed, dazed and confused, as I felt my finger trail on my lip where he kissed me, and my cheeks immediately flushed.

How could he do that so casually?

My mind started to wander, and neck turns to lean my side of my head to the left of the room. I saw a balcony leading to the outside and the door to it was open.

I roll completely to my side and shakily push up my top body as I got a better view of what the balcony over viewed, I saw it was a luxurious garden, filled with trees. I should go look at it. As I went to get out of bed I felt my legs wobble, still minority influenced by the alcohol. But I excused it and walked outside onto the balcony and laid my hands on the marble railing.

It would be a perfect chance to escape now.

I rushed out of my room as soon as I kissed her, again.

She looked so surprised as I did and I left her sitting on the bed, alone. I don't know why I did something as careless as that and even though it was just a kiss, my heart was beating against its ribcage. Yesterday was different, she wasn't her actual self and now she was back to her innocent personality.

I admit, it was funny as she saw how I contracted my wings and didn't know, she never gave it another thought but now she had wings she would need help to learn, and I would be there to give it to her.

Back in the lab, I never had any help like that, and she was defiantly healthier than I was in my transition since the scientist didn't stop giving me drugs and poison to amputate myself and become stronger, even if I was unconscious, I would never do that to her.

Lost in my thoughts, I arrived at the conference room, I could see everyone discussions go quite as I walked in. Eyeing everyone in the room, I released my wings to their full length, and I could see some men's pupils dilate from my true form.

"As you were." I finally demanded, my tone cold and expressionless.

I would never let anyone in the gang or outside the gang see the emotions I have for Valentina. She was the only one who could make me smile, be myself. I wouldn't let others experience it. I was always and will always be heartless to those who gets in my way.

The meeting commences and I announce the plan of the marketing that we will be doing to other gangs and the guns that I brought from the last supposed 'gang party'. All of it went well and after I met with Lorenzo we met some buying clients.

Thinking of it all reminded me of Valentina.

In gangs, as a leader, you are often referred to as a boss. And even though it is very rare the official lover of a leader is called a Queen and I had already started making plans to make her my Queen.

She would be praised and honoured like how she should've been when she was younger, not abused. I was going to be the person responsible that was going to make up for her old life and treat her like the Queen she has always been.

After we do that, the gang will be stronger, so it's an advantage for both her and the gang in both ways.

But that was a topic to bring up in a next meeting. We were only discussing stocks so it wouldn't be the right time and the meeting ended sooner than expected so I got to go back to work sooner than expected, but I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to check up on Val one more time.

As I walked down the halls, the smile on my face widened as I thought about seeing her in my room again.

I opened the doors to my room, but it immediately dropped as I saw her on the balcony, wings raised to fly off.

She was escaping.

I dashed across the bedroom but didn't get to her in time as they lowered getting ready to fly.

"VAL-"