Page 48 of Wild Angel

Nyx’s sudden gasp sends a cold shot through my body. I’m instantly on my feet, my hand drifting toward my Beretta.

“Patrick! Liam!”

An older, red-haired man—the same one who’d approached me when I visited Brennan’s boxing club the other day— steps carefully up to the top of the VIP area. There’s a younger man at his side, the guy who’d been throwing out the trash the day we staked out Nyx’s sisters.

Nyx rushes to her feet and then hurries over to the men, but she’s wobbling so precariously on her high heels that I’m convinced she’s going to snap her ankle in half.

I’m not even aware of moving.

One minute I’m standing, the next I’m at her side, an arm around her waist, seconds from sweeping her off her feet.

And then what? Cradling her to my chest like an infant?

A lethal mix of frustration and anger and confusion mill around inside me. I struggle for a moment and then shove Nyx behind my back.

Bringing her was abadmistake.

But they insisted on seeing her. Making sure she was alive.

I should have tied her up and left her in the corner. Then she wouldn’t be complicating things like she is.

Nyx lets out an exasperated growl, trying to get past my arms, but then she’s plucked away—I assume by Vito or one of my men.

I try not to think about them touching her. Instead, I focus every ounce of my attention on the two men in front of me.

The younger one steps back. His father steps forward, almost menacingly.

He opens his mouth, but he never gets a chance to speak.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Nyx

My heart is legit trying to pound its way out of my chest. A thousand needles prick my skin as I leap up out of my seat and charge for Liam and his father.

It’s like there’s a dam inside me, and the wall is seconds away from bursting. I gasp, yell out their names.

Liam’s face lights up, and he shifts like he’s about to hold out his arms so I can run into them.

But Savage is there a second later, his powerful arms stopping me dead in my tracks. I nearly break my ankle when he manhandles me out of sight behind his back, blocking both Brennans from me.

I let out a growl, and pull back my arm to punch him in the fucking kidneys, but Vito grabs my elbow and yanks me away.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he says, his voice low, but his words venomous. “You keep this up, youwillget someone killed tonight.”

I try and drag my arm out of his grip, but he just digs in.

“You should be lucky you’re even here,” he says, his dark eyes flickering over my face like he’s searching for something. “Savage could have left you at home. But he didn’t. He let you—”

Let me?

Vito doesn’t get to finish his sentence. He’s still holding onto my right arm, but I’m a motherfucking Southpaw and he doesn’t know it.

I punch him right in the solar plexus with my left fist and he crumples up like a deflating balloon animal.

And then I’m free and I’m racing past Savage—okay,wobbling—and Patrick and Liam instinctively hold out their arms to catch me when I barrel into them.

I try to hug them both and barely get my arms around them. Nuzzling my face into their arms, I mumble, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

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