Page 4 of Wild Angel

“Come on. Let’s get out of here and find your sisters.”

I don’t know what it is. It could be his calm voice, his easy-going attitude, or the fact that he’s been the first one to say something sensible the whole evening, but I lift up my hands, and I let him lead me out of the foyer.

“Where is he?” I demand, scanning the outside of the Happy Earth foyer and completely failing to spot Savage. “Why isn’t he here?”

“He’s waiting in the car.”

“But…” I point up to my room, blinking hard.

Shit, did Beefhead cut my IQ in half or something? Why is it so hard to think all of a sudden?

“If there was something important up there, then he’s found it,” the guy tells me.

I open my mouth to argue, but I used up all my good words like whore and chickenhead on Lexie.

Savage’s friend leads me down the sidewalk toward a big, black SUV, the kind only a fucking gangster would drive. I snort and shake my head, then wince when my head aches even more. Lifting a cautious hand, I touch the bump on the back of my skull again.

I suppose I shouldn’t have threatened to choke Lexie to death with my bare hands. Then maybe Beefhead Ben wouldn’t have tested his bat out on my head.

The back passenger door opens.

“Get in,” Savage’s friend says, waving at the door as he heads for the driver’s side.

Why do I feel like I’m making a gigantic mistake?

The feeling gets stronger when I peer inside the big black car and see Savage sitting in the back seat.

Instantly, I’m livid.

Heat cascades up onto my cheeks, and I can barely hold back a growl. But I’m not angry with him.

Not with Savage Domingo.

Or maybe I am, I don’t know.

God, I want to kill someone.

Whether he senses my anger, and my confusion, and just all the fucked-up shit going through me in that moment or not, he beckons me with a crooked finger.

“Get in.”

His voice sends a ripple through me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up like I’ve backtracked through millions of years of evolution and I’m something small and fluffy again—Savage the sleek, silent predator way up in the trees…watching me.

I shake off the feeling as I climb hesitantly inside the SUV’s big belly. I’ve barely had a chance to yank the door closed when the car pulls out of its parking spot and starts eating up the tarmac.

When I open my mouth, I have no idea what to say. Maybe I should thank him. Maybe I should yell.

I don’t do either.

My ass is barely on the seat before Savage leans over, grabs my jacket in a fist, and hauls me toward him.

Our mouths crash together, hungry and desperate.

I kiss him fiercely, despite the painful, sullen ache that causes in my skull, and he kisses me back even harder.

It’s like we’re still on that bed, back in the safe house he took me to. I lose all touch with reality, with the fact that I’m in a car driven by someone I don’t know, making out with a Colombian drug lord I hate, moments after I’ve discovered my sisters have been kidnapped.

And it’s fucking wonderful.

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