Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

For the past thirty minutes, Angela told the police everything that she knew. Starting from the time she met the family up until tonight—including the day when Mrs. Robinson gave her the casserole. 

The two police officers—a male and a female—scribbled on their notes as they asked the last set of questions. The male officer inquired, "So you can confirm that you heard two consecutive gunshots?" 

"Um… The second gunshot didn't happen right after the first one."

"Can you clarify that?"

"The shots were fired several seconds apart from each other."

"And you're sure about that?"

"Yes." Angela nodded.

"Your partner was here with you while it happened?" The female officer glanced at Rick who was standing by the window.

Angela frantically shook her head. "Oh, no. He's not…"

"I'm her security detail," answered Rick without hesitation. "Her boyfriend was on the phone with her while it happened. He called me, and I came while Ms. Su called 911."

"Okay. I think that's all we need," said the male officer. 

Out of curiosity, Angela asked about the son's condition, and the officers informed her that the son was still in the operating room, so she wondered about the parents. Up until the police got up from the sofa, they were the ones asking her questions. So this time, she politely asked them as they headed out.

"May I know…what happened?" Angela probed. "I was here, but I didn't really see the incident with my own eyes. I just…couldn't believe that Mrs. Robinson would do that."

The officers exchanged looks as though they were contemplating telling her. Then the woman shifted her weight and began, "Well… It's not like you don't know anything; you heard but just didn't see it. The father and son fought because of the route they took going home. Son suggested using a shortcut, but the father—who was driving—didn't want to get lost, so he stayed on the main road. They got stuck in traffic for an hour, came home and fought, bringing up old issues about each other."

Angela's brows drew together. "I can't imagine how that would lead to…the gunshots."

The male officer answered, "The son cursed at his parents, he shoved his mother, and she fell down the floor, then the son and the father got into a fistfight. According to Mrs. Robinson, she got her husband's gun from their bedroom when she saw her son grab a knife and threatened his father."

Putting the pieces together in her head, Angela wondered if what she heard the other nights and tonight was enough for everything to make sense. Was the son really that terrible? The cause of their fight seemed to be small for it to become this big of a deal. A fight because of being stuck in traffic led to the shooting? That seemed insane no matter how much she tried to understand.

"H-How did they end up in the hallway?"

"Mrs. Robinson said they had to drive their son out of their apartment. They ended up in the hallway where according to her statement, her son attacked them. She panicked and pulled the trigger."

"So it was self-defense?"

"Looks like it."

"I'm sorry I'm asking a lot… But what does Mr. Robinson say?"

The two cops looked at each other again and the female officer shook her head. "He's exercising his rights. He remained silent."

"Well, there are cameras in the hallway. That should explain everything, right?"

This time, it was the male cop who answered, "Unfortunately, it was a blind spot. The son could be seen with the knife and getting shot, but the camera only captured the couple's feet. The footage is still being examined."

Angela's shoulders sagged. So far, Mrs. Robinson's confession to the crime was their only evidence, and they were still testing for gunpowder residue and fingerprints. Angela was having a hard time accepting that Mrs. Robinson could do that. Was it that easy for her to choose her husband and shoot her own son? And why would Mr. Robinson stay quiet? There were so many questions in her head and no one could tell her the answer.

While she was in deep thought, the female police officer patted her shoulder, bringing her back to earth. "Ms. Su, thank you for your cooperation. Is it okay to call you if we need to ask more questions?"

Angela nodded. "Y-Yeah, sure. Whatever you need."

Just as the officers left, Chairman Su and Oliver arrived. They were thoroughly worried about her and wondered who the man was in her apartment. She had to explain to them that Rick was one of Gael's guards.

Once again, she recalled the story of what transpired. At this point, she was already tired of explaining and didn't want to talk about it.

"You can't stay here, sis. At least for a few nights. You will be reminded of the incident whenever you come home and walk the hallway," said Oliver.

Chairman Su lifted the cup of tea from the table that Oliver prepared for him. "Your brother's right. You were supposed to come home with us anyway. We should head out."

Angela knew that. She only came here to rest and told them to pick her up when they were headed home. Furthermore, Honey was in the big house. She left her with the servants when they headed out to the party, so she wasn't planning on staying here for the night.

She bit her bottom lip as her gaze shifted to the door. It's been more than two hours since she'd heard from Gael. He should be arriving soon, and she didn't want to miss him.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Oliver asked his sister when he noticed her checking her phone and the door many times.

"Boss is on his way," Rick answered while reading something on his phone.

Hearing that made Angela's heart beat like crazy. Gael was really coming. The anticipation only made her even more anxious.

"Wasn't he in New York?" Oliver wondered, which Rick responded with a nod.

Chairman Su revealed a small smile on his face before he took a generous sip of the tea. Although he didn't say anything, he looked pleased. A minute later, he told them, "Then we'll wait for his arrival."

Angela, who was sitting on the sofa with a pillow on her lap, wrung her hands so nervously. Tonight had been so crazy, and her mind had been in a constant whirlpool. She felt as though her heart would break out of her chest from all the thinking she'd been having and the emotions she'd been feeling.

Her head snapped to the side when she heard beeping sounds from the door. It meant that someone was trying to unlock the door from the outside. The pillow fell to the floor when she got up abruptly. As soon as the door was pushed inward, she knew he was here and her body moved even before she realized it was happening.

"Angel—"

Gael nearly lost his balance when Angela jumped into him, her arms locked around his shoulders. He managed to get his footing as his arms went around her body in a tight embrace. It felt like it had been weeks or months that they hadn't seen each other when it had only been five days.

Angela didn't know how, but as soon as she felt him around her, the constricting feeling in her chest went away. She didn't say anything—all she did was bury her face into the crook of his neck and melted like chocolate in his arms.

"I got you," he whispered and pressed a kiss on her hair. "I'm here now."