Page 22 of Wild Angel

“So what happens if they call a cab? Do they have to walk all the way down here?”

The driver lets out a sigh. “If they call, then I can go.”

“Dude, stop messing around. Just drive up the road.”

But the driver shakes his head.

“You’re not getting paid if you don’t—”

I cut off when he pushes a button, unlocking my door. My skin crawls—I hadn’t even realized he’d locked it, to begin with. Maybe this was one of those cars that locked automatically when you reach a certain speed or something.

“What about your money?”

“Just get out.” He refuses to make eye contact with me.

What the fuck?

I slam the door, and he should be lucky I don’t fucking kick out his window. I know it’s not fair on him, but now I have this long-ass trek ahead of me, and I have a feeling I’d have lost every ounce of courage I managed to muster up before I get to those dark iron gates.

The cab drives off, and I barely stop myself from giving him the finger.

A private road? There’s no signpost. No gate.

Unless he somehow knewwhowas at the end of this long street. If that’s the case, I honestly can’t blame him for dropping me off here.

I’m not even sure ifI’llmake it all the way to the end.

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Luckily,I don’t have far to walk. I mean, Ido—I can’t even see the villa yet—but I’ve barely gone a hundred yards before a limousine comes heading my way.

It’s pearly white. Possibly a Bentley or a Chrysler. I can’t remember which one’s more expensive.

I consider hiding. There are palm trees planted on either side of the road, some palms a few yards past them. But the whole point of this was to get up in someone’s face…and whoever’s in this car could be the right guy.

Or girl.

Although I doubt it.

So I cross my arms over my chest and stare down the approaching car with as big a scowl as I can manage, while my insides twist so tight it makes me want to puke.

This is beyond dangerous.

But I’m done playing games.

If Savage could have found my sisters by now, he’d have done so. The fact that he hasn’t, means I’m asking for the wrong person’s help.

Yeah, I tried to assassinate the Capo of this cartel. I’m hoping they don’t hold it against me. I’m also hoping that what I can offer them in exchange is juicy enough for them to help me out.

I mean…I can give them Donny.

Well, I can tell them about Donny. Fuck knows where he is, but they could probably find him. They’d want that, right? They’d want to know who paid me to kill Bryan.

The pearly car streams past me. I can see a shape in the driver’s seat, but the side windows are so darkly tinted I have no idea if it’s empty, or if seventeen clowns are waiting to pile out at the next traffic stop.

They’re not going to stop.

Seriously?

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