Page 10 of Wild Angel

We fall into a new formation, Nyx and Vito following my lead as I guide them through the club toward the back. The smell of perfume and weed lies thick in the foggy air. Strobe lights turn our journey through the throngs into a psychedelic montage of dancing and laughter.

Thankfully only a few heads turn to watch us as we make our way toward the staff-only passage leading off the main dance floor. A long flight of metal stairs leads us up to the office.

Seven Sins used to be a warehouse owned by a bad poker player—something we have in abundance here. People come here and think they’re suddenly hot shit, borrowing massive sums of money from our loan sharks when they think they’re on a streak, but they don’t have the expertise or the balls to pull it off.

We don’t bother breaking kneecaps and shit like that. We always make sure the people we lend money to can pay us back…even if they have to liquidate their assets to do so.

When the guy had nothing left to pay us with, we took all three of his warehouses. The nicest one in the best area we converted into Seven Sins…the others we use for storage.

Drugs, dead bodies, that kind of stuff.

Seven Sins’s office is a long rectangle of a room on what would have been the second story, if this warehouse had more than one floor. We replaced the windows with mirrored glass, and the filing cabinets with plush sofas and a flat-screen television bolted to one wall. There are some security screens in the corner, surveyed twenty-four-seven by one of Father’s soldiers.

It’s Spider’s shift. Fuck knows what his real name is.

I don’t bother calling out to him—he’s wearing a pair of noise-canceling headphones, and he’s behind a privacy screen. I could fuck Nyx right against the mirrored glass and he wouldn’t know it. She wouldn’t even know he was there.

Christ, why did I have to think about that? My dick’s already paying way more attention than it should, especially when she walks past me and stands in the center of the room like this is her goddamn palace and we’re all handmaidens.

“Like what you see?” Vito says somewhere behind me.

Nyx sniffs and turns to face us, her sculpted arms crossed in front of her chest. “It’s okay, I guess.”

Vito barks out a laugh. “Wasn’t talking to you.”

I throw Vito a quick glare, reluctant to take my eyes off of Nyx even for that short amount of time. “Go get us some drinks.”

“And leave you two alone?” Vito scoffs. “Like I’m falling for that.”

I show him my teeth, and he grins back like he doesn’t realize I’m grimacing. “I’ll have the usual. And some smokes—I think I left mine in the car.”

I hate the fact that he’s right. If I stayed here while he went to get drinks, I’d be pinning Nyx to the fucking floor like an animal before he got halfway down the stairs.

This is dangerous.

Reallyfucking dangerous.

How the hell am I supposed to operate with her around?

I grit out a barely audible, “Fine,” and leave the two of them alone.

I’m already missing her before I reach the ground floor, but I tell myself it’s because I’m horny.

I’m not though. This is different.

Fuck knows why.

Chapter Six

Nyx

Savage is barely gone two minutes before Vito walks over to me and lights a cigarette. I give him a wary glance before turning my attention back to the dancers below.

“Thought you left those in the car,” I say.

“Thought so too.” He drags in hard enough that I can hear the tobacco sizzling inside his cigarette, then holds the air in his lungs as he adds, “Guess we have some time to chat.”

“I’d prefer to wait for Savage to—”

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