Page 26 of Wild Angel

Sergio’s smile comes back. “I can see why Savage likes you.”

I blink, shake my head. “What?”

Sergio nods like I’ve confirmed something for him. “Come, Miss Gray. Let’s see where the Bogota is hiding your sisters.”

Chapter Sixteen

Nyx

Ishould have known it wouldn’t be as easy as walking up to an acting-Capo and demanding they help me out. This kind of shit doesn’t even work in badly plotted movies.

Yet everything seems to be going okay. Someone opens the car door for me before I’ve had a chance to grab hold of the handle. There’s a hand waiting to help me out.

Normally I despise shit like this. I’m fully capable of opening my own goddamn doors, thank youveryfucking much, but I decide to play meek again.

The meaty hand that helps me out belongs to another anonymous man of Colombian persuasion. He’s wearing dark jeans and a dark shirt, an earpiece, and apiecepiece.

Sergio comes around the front of the car and heads for the villa, but he doesn’t wait for me.

That’s my first sign that trouble’s brewing.

When I try and pull my hand out of Mr. Earpiece’s, he doesn’t let go.

Sign number two.

Then I see Vito scrambling out of the front door of the villa, and when he spots me, his shoulders sag.

Signnumero tres.

I don’t bother shouting or any of that crap. I just plant a solid punch in Mr. Earpiece’s gut. It’s hard as a rock—his stomach, not so much my punch—but he still releases me. Perhaps in surprise. I spin around and run for the villa’s gates, but I didn’t count on Mr. Earpiece’s brother, Pistol, pointing his namesake right between my fucking eyes.

Skidding to a halt, I consider my options.

Oh, right. I don’t have any.

“Bring her,” Sergio calls out.

I lift my hands in mock surrender, backing up right into Mr. Earpiece. He promptly grabs my wrists, wrenching one up so far up my back I swear he dislocates my shoulder.

Pain sears through me, and I can barely hold back a whimper. I’m on the toes of my pink sneakers, trying to float above the ground and not succeeding as Earpiece forces me toward the villa.

When I see Vito again, standing there by the door like he wants to take my fucking coat, I bare my teeth at him.

He gives me a grim look in return, and then turns and makes a phone call.

“If that’s Savage, tell him to go fuck himself!” I yell.

I don’t know why I say it, but it makes me feel better.

After all, when it all comes down to it, he’s the one that got me into this mess in the first place. If it wasn’t for him, I’d have killed Bryan in the fucking bathroom, escaped out the back door, and collected the money I need to make a new life for my family and me.

But then Savage happened.

Yeah, I can go waaaay back and blame it on my mother, but I won’t see her again. IknowI’ll see Savage again, and this ember of hatred I feel for him is something I can keep stoking, and stoking, and stoking.

* * *

I half expectEarpiece to throw me in the doggy parlor again, but that’s probably Savage’s little secret.

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