Page 50 of Ferocious Nightmare

Fifteen

I was simmeringwith so much goddamn rage, I wanted to shoot Angel in between the eyes.

No onetouched Aster and got away with it.

His hand was still on her crotch. It was all I could see.

Dante was at my back, along with three more of my men: Romeo, Joey and Liam. I'd known all three men since I'd come to live with my father as a kid. Even though we weren’t especially close, they’d proved over and over that I could trust them with my life.

“I said,” I trained my gun on Angel's head. "Get your fucking hand off her."

Angel’s head leaned back, and it was only then that I realized that Aster had a knife at his throat.

I was so surprised, I almost dropped my weapon. I glanced at her, noting the challenge in her gaze, the determination in her curled upper lip, the waves of hair cascading like a flame about her face.

She was so goddamn beautiful and strong.

“Looks like we have ourselves a problem.”

My eyes moved to his hand, where he held a gun to her side. The room fell into a tense filled silence, as both the men at my back and Angel's men pulled out their guns.

I kept my eyes on Angel, and my finger on the trigger didn't waver, letting him know I meant business.

For a moment, no one moved, each waiting for the other to start an all-out war in the middle of a civilian area of downtown Vegas.

"Stop being such an idiot," Aster finally broke the silence, "I can take care of myself, you know." With this, she released the knife at his neck. Then she slammed her stiletto on Angel's foot, digging her heel into his bones. He dropped his hold over her, howling as he jerked his foot out from her. She smashed her elbow into his face, then strode with a calmness over to Marie, not paying attention to the fact that Angel's nose had crunched and was now bleeding.

"Are you okay?" She was talking to the little girl in Marie's arms, and I realized with a jolt that it was the same girl from before. Lola.

Anger filled me with the knowledge that, once again, he'd brought her here, in the line of fire. He’d broken another promise to me. The man couldn’t be trusted.

Lola nodded, her eyes not on Aster but on me. She answered Aster in Spanish, nodding.

Aster murmured something to Marie that I didn't understand. Angel stopped howling and, still holding his nose, he swiveled to Aster. "You bitch! You broke my nose."

"And you touched me without my permission." She gave him a satisfied smirk. "I'd call us even."

“I’m going to kill you, pinche perra.”

"Not if I blow your head to pieces." I said.

Aster moved so that she was in between Marie and Lola, and Angel. “Do your fucking worst."

"Aster," I growled.

"No," she shook her head, "I dare him to shoot me. He won't do it."

"And why wouldn't I?"

"Because," she took a step forward, not showing any fear at all.

Like a ferocious nightmare.

My fucking ferocious nightmare.

"You don't want to kill me. It would ruin all your plans."

"And what's that?"

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