Page 87 of Awakened by Sin

Angel snorted. “Business? I think it was more—”

“Weren’t you on your way out, Angel?” she interrupted.

He shrugged as he continued to swing his sunglasses. “I have time.”

“Not if I’m going with you,” she said and slid her arm through his and pulled him toward the exit. “See ya, Gavin.”

“You two are leaving together?”

Gavin sounded alarmed. Angel laughed, and she dug her nails into his bicep in warning.

“We’re having dinner,” she said with a wave.

“I don’t think—” Gavin began.

She hauled the door open and shoved Angel out. “I’m sure you have much more pressing things to do like run your company, get Lyla pregnant again, or kill people so don’t worry about us.”

Gavin took a step after them. “I don’t—”

She swung around. “Do you want me to move back in?”

Gavin stopped in his tracks and scowled. “No.”

“Then butt out,” she said and gave him a sugary sweet smile as she slammed the door.

“You two have an odd relationship,” Angel observed.

She growled in his face before she stalked to her Aston Martin. No man had ever turned the tables on her, and she didn’t like it worth a damn. Fuck Angel. When she reached for the driver’s door, she found herself being pushed aside.

“Nice ride. I’m driving.”

She whirled around. “I’m not going to dinner with you!” she bellowed.

Angel turned back to the house. She jumped on his back and put him in a chokehold.

“I have a gun in my purse, and I know how to use it,” she hissed.

“Good. It’ll come in handy.” He walked to the passenger side of the Aston and untangled himself with an ease that infuriated her. He settled her in the passenger seat before he got into the driver’s side. He paused a moment to survey the car. “You have excellent taste.”

Of course, she did. “You can’t force me to go to dinner with you.”

He started the car. “Of course, I can. Besides, I already have a reservation.”

“You think blackmailing me to go to dinner with you is going to make me put out? You’re out of your damn mind.”

“Who said anything about sex?”

She turned toward him in the seat, ready to shout, but whatever she would have said was drowned out by the roar of the Aston.

“Buckle up,” he said.

He drove as recklessly as she did, so she saw the wisdom in doing as he suggested. It took less than two minutes for them to be on the open road. The Aston ate up the pavement as the last rays of light left the sky. She glared at Angel who switched gears efficiently, smoothly. This was her car, so why the fuck was he driving? This couldn’t be happening to her. She called the shots in her life, not anyone else, especially a slick crime lord from New York!

“You’re going to regret this,” she promised.

“I can’t wait.” He clucked his tongue. “This really is a beautiful car.”

“What do you want, Angel?”

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