Page 44 of Wild Angel

I don’t like the look in her eyes. The anger is gone, and now it’s like she’s trying to fake naivety. But all I can hope is that she’ll take my threat seriously because I need to be at Seven Sins in twenty minutes, and it’s a fifteen-minute drive from here.

Vito pushes away from the side of my Expedition when I exit out the ground floor entrance of the apartment building. This is another one of his fucknests—property owned by the cartel that Vito somehow managed to procure from his father for his own personal use.

The cartel owns so many spots around town, I’m not in the least surprised Vito has access to a handful of them. I’ve even used a few—not for one-night stands, but when I was on a job and didn’t want to make the trip back to the villa.

“Jesus, what’s taking so long?” he asks, taking one last drag from his cigarette before flicking it away into the gutter. “You’re going to miss all the head-bashing.”

“We’ll make it,” I tell him.

Although I’m not as sure as I was when we stopped here. Nyx is acting…odd. Was it because she thought I was going to drop Princess earlier today?

She really must think I’m a fucking monster.

I’ll have to explain shit to her sometime. But in a way, I prefer it if she’s scared of me. At least, as scared as Nyx can be of anyone or anything. I know she doesn’t respect me for shit, so fear will have to do it.

“By the way, this wasn’t what I meant when I said you should take her out sometime,” Vito grumbles.

He’s been acting weird too. Ever since Sergio attacked her, he’s asking after Nyx at least once a day. Stuff like, “Did you feed her?”, and “How’s she feeling?”.

The latest thing is this obsession he has with me taking her out. He keeps pestering me to “show her a good time” and “spend some of my cartel bucks” to “buy her something nice.”

And here I thought he didn’t like her.

Maybe that’s why I let him wear me down. I’d rather he got along with Nyx than they constantly hiss at each other.

“It’s the best she’s getting from me. Now. Ever.” I glance at my phone again. One minute left.

What would she do if I left her here? She wouldn’t hang around for long, I’m sure of that. But would she head back to the villa, or go off-grid?

Honestly, I don’t know if she’s as big a flight risk as I think she—

“Oh Lord, fuck me,” Vito murmurs. “Savage…I don’t think I’ve ever said this before, but…that girl of yours is trouble.”

I look up at Vito with a frown. “Wh—” When I see his slack face and his wide eyes, I turn slowly on my heel.

The building has a small awning over the front, with spotlights shining up either side. There’s a stretch of red carpet, which makes the whole thing look more like a luxury hotel than an apartment block.

Nyx struts out of that entrance looking like a fucking fashion model.

With a flick of her head, she sends her messy blond waves over her shoulder, baring even more of her exposed flesh to the world.

My mouth goes dry.

My dick goes hard.

She’s wearing a red dress so short, I doubt she could bend over without flashing her underwear to the doorman. Four-inch red heels strapped to her feet make her calf and thigh muscles bunch with each step. There’s a slit down the front of the dress that goes past her navel, inches of her creamy, toned skin on display.

It looks like the slightest breeze could blow that fabric off her perky breasts, baring her tightly budded nipples to everyone in sight.

A growl vibrates deep in my throat. I start forward, but Vito catches my shoulder, holding me back.

The doorman is staring at her. There’s a fucking guy getting out of a cab, andhe’sstaring at her.

I want to bust open both their jaws on the fucking sidewalk.

“Damn, Savage,” Vito says, and then lets out a low whistle. “Are you sure we should bring her along?”

I force a swallow, but I can’t seem to produce anything more meaningful than a grunt.

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