Page 54 of Wild Angel

“Like he cares,” Vito says, trying to grab my wrist as he walks past headed for the door.

I whip my arm out of reach and back up, taking another sip of vodka. “Fuck that. I’m staying here.” I look around, take another sip. “It’s cozy.”

“Smells like piss and perfume,” Vito complains. “And you need to eat.”

“Likeyougive a fuck.”

“Savage’ll kill me if I let you pass out.”

I laugh, take another sip. But then the bottle’s gone and Vito’s standing in front of me.

Hmm. Vodka’s starting to kick in.

“Gimme,” I tell him, making grabby hands for the bottle dangling at his side.

“Nyx, cut it out.”

“Fuck you.”

“Is this honestly the worse that’s ever happened to you?” Vito cocks his head, eyes narrowing like he’s genuinely interested.

I bark out a laugh. “Yeah. That hand up my cunt really fucked with my evening.” Vito holds the bottle out of reach. “Come on, man. Give it back.”

Vito studies me for a few seconds, and then turns and shakes his head. “Fuck.” He goes to the basin and starts cutting another line.

“You got your candy, give me mine.” I try to grab the bottle again, and he tosses it into the corner. It shatters, sending vodka and glass in all directions.

I gasp.

Ifuckinggasp.

Which means I’m drunk. That’s not good. I have to be sober around Savage, not—

Vito grabs my hand, manipulates my fingers. Next thing I know, I’m holding a rolled-up bill.

“Do you know how this works, or do I have to show you?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Eat shit and die,” I mutter. I study the single, fat line of coke on the rim of the basin. Then I bend over and snort half of it up one nostril, half up the other.

I gag, swallow hard, pinch my nose. The coke burns up my nasal passages like a carriage roaring through a subway tunnel after someone set it alight.

Vito lays a hand on my shoulder and steers me out of the bathroom. The line of girls waiting outside looks about to shout at us, and then they must recognize Vito because suddenly no one has shit to say about fuck all.

I’m feeling all sorts of chipper when Vito lets go of me a few yards away from the VIP section where Savage is waiting.

So chipper, in fact, that I think it’s a good idea to let Caesar know just how pissed off I am at him.

Vito is behind me. I keep walking until Savage looks up and locks eyes with me. Then I spin around, throw my arms over Vito’s shoulders, and press my lips to his.

Savage’s cousin shoves me away so hard I land on the couch and tumble onto the floor.

“The fuck?” He drags the back of his hand over his mouth, but his eyes are instantly on Savage.

“Aw, babe!” I whine, clambering back up onto the couch. “I thought you liked it when I sucked your dick in the bathroom.”

Istillthink this is a good idea even though Savage has gone rigid like he’s frozen up. The four men are all wide-eyed—no doubt wondering where I get the balls to play with Savage like this.

Ha. Should I tell them about the dick Savage found between my legs the first time he went exploring down there?

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