Page 5 of Wild Angel

Chapter Three

Savage

Nyx and I are torn apart when Vito hits a fucking pothole. She comes to with a small gasp—the most ladylike sound I’ve heard from her—and shoves against my chest as her face contorts into a scowl.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” she yells hoarsely, punctuating the statement with a slap.

I suppose I should be thankful she didn’t punch me, probably because she’s reeling as much as I am if her wide blue eyes are any indication.

Fuck knows why I just did that. I had every intention of greeting her, asking her what the fuck she’s gotten herself into, and discussing shit like a civilized human being.

But then I saw her.Shesawme.

And her walls came crashing down, just for an instant.

Her pain lashed out at me like the tentacle of some poisoned sea creature, latching on, drawing me in. I felt like I was falling, like if I dared to blink, I would never open my eyes again.

It fuckinghurt.

Jesus, it hurt.

My pain threshold is sky-high, but I couldn’t stand to see her suffering for another second. Not another stilted breath.

Kissing her fixed that…but it’s temporary.

“Christ, Vito!” I yell, desperate to aim my sudden aggression away from Nyx. The last thing I need right now is to start tousling with her in the back of the car.

I fucking know how that’ll end. With Vito rolling down the privacy screen and asking me if I’d like a post-fuck cigarette.

“Sorry!” he calls back. “But while I have your attention, I kinda need to know where we’re going.”

I grit my teeth, try not to look at Nyx. None of us needs this right now—her sisters are missing, and I’m supposed to be laying low after yesterday’s debacle with Bogota.

“Take us to Seven Sins,” I tell him. “And try not to burst a fucking tire on the way.”

“Fuck. They know me there,” Vito mutters, but I’m already turning back to Nyx.

She’s watching me warily, lips parted, as if she’s not sure whether I’ll jump her again or if she’d try to defend herself. I have to force myself to keep my gaze locked on her blue eyes, not to consider her plump lips and how fucking sweet they tasted.

“Do you know who took them?” I ask.

My mind’s been a mess since her call woke me in the dead of night. I don’t know what the fuck happened, but it was the first good night’s sleep I’d had in years. The first hour of it, anyway. After she called, my mind ran in circles, not getting anywhere.

It would help if I knew anything at all about Nyx Gray, but she’s a ghost.

She shakes her head. “I’m guessing whoever paid Donny.”

“Donny?”

She cuts her eyes to the back of Vito’s head. “Who is this guy?”

“You mean the one you assaulted out of the blue?” Vito calls back. “Your chick should come with a fucking warning label, Savage. I’m going to be pissing blood for a month.”

“Chick?” Nyx growls, the same moment I mutter, “Pussy.”

Me and Nyx look at each other, and the edges of her lips twitch as if she might have granted me a smile had the situation been drastically different.

“You can trust Vito,” I tell her. “And you have my permission to punch him whenever he gets to be too much.” Vito groans theatrically, but I’m already moving on. “Now who the fuck is Donny?”

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