Page 25 of Wild Angel

He smiles calmly at me. “What can I say? It’s a small world.”

My skin prickles at his bullshit answer, but what can I do? We reach the villa’s big gates, and they start opening. I shift in my seat, wishing I’d stop sweating.

Sergio shifts too, sliding his ankle over his knee and turning his torso to face me. “What were you doing in La Buena Papa?” His smile is still there, still sincere looking.

How do they do it? How do these monsters keep a straight face?

A lie is already forming on my tongue, but I don’t bother.

“I was there to…” I clear my throat. “To kill Bryan Domingo.”

Sergio’s gaze slides down my body. It’s the first time he’s actually looked at anything but my eyes.

I don’t like it.

It makes me feel dirty, and not in a good way.

“And how were you planning on doing that,chimbita?”

He could be calling me a slut for all I know. He’d betternot,but I wouldn’t be in any position to stop him, now would I? What would he do if I broke his nose? I doubt I’d live long enough to find out.

There are two other men in the back with us. They’re sitting in the seats opposite us. Both are wearing shades, so I have no idea if they’re looking at Sergio or me.

But I know they’re packing.

I have no doubt they’d shoot to kill if I so much as quirked my eyebrow in a way they didn’t like.

“Does it matter?” I ask dryly. “It didn’t happen.” I lift a finger. “In fact, if you ask Bryan, he’ll tell you Isavedhis life.”

Shit. Probably shouldn’t have said that. At least, not in such a cocky tone of voice.

I’m getting edgy.

All these questions are getting us nowhere closer to finding my sisters. Who the fuck knows how much time they have left?

I had two options when I woke up in that guest house on the beach. I could have gone to Brennan’s and tried to track down Donny, or I could have come here.

But I already know Donny’s pulled a runner. The moment he found out I’d failed, I’m sure he didn’t even bother to pack an overnight bag.

Liam or his dad wouldn’t know where to find him—he’s gone AWOL before. Once with money he owed me.

Thing is…he does come back. Usually crawling on his knees, begging for his brother—Liam’s dad—to help him out. But I don’t know when that will be. And a job this big? Maybe he’s not planning on coming back at all.

As fucked-up crazy as this is, coming here made more sense. I might not live to see how it all plays out, but I’m really hoping my sisters, at least, do.

I left some money for them. Liam has an envelope I made him swear not to open until he’d seen my milky, glazed eyes…and that has all the info my sisters need to access it.

It’s not a lot.

It’s barely enough for one of them to go to college, and unless Athena gets a job to support them, that won’t be happening anyway.

But it’s something.

And it’s a fuck load better than what Mom left us—which was a mountain of debt and serious amounts of trauma.

“I’m not sure you did save his life,” Sergio says.

“He’s alive, isn’t he?” I stab a thumb toward myself and toss my braid over my shoulder. “If I wasn’t there, he and Savage would both be—” I drag that same thumb over the front of my throat.

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