Page 62 of Wild Angel

Chapter Thirty

Savage

Vito calls me thirty minutes later. I texted him the Honda’s plates at the first traffic stop me and Nyx came to. I guess he found a match.

“You pick them up?”

“Kinda,” Vito says hesitantly.

I make a turn, and then prop my knee against the steering wheel to keep the car going straight while I change gears with one hand and hold the phone up to my ear with the other. Nyx keeps giving me sideways glances—I guess she doesn’t approve of my driving style.

“What the fuck doeskindamean?”

“It means we picked up one of them.”

I wait him out.

“The other one…we’re still busy picking him up. Because he’s like…in pieces.”

“Jesus. What happened?”

“Sam might have misunderstood me.”

I let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, he does that.”

“We chased them down, herded them into a dead end. So when they got out and started running, I said, don’t let them get away, and—”

“Sam thought you meant, drive them over.”

Vito lets out a sigh. “Are you coming to Bay Point to chat with the survivor?”

I clench my jaw and study Nyx from my periphery. She looks utterly at peace, despite whatever assumptions she’s making from hearing my end of the conversation.

“Just one quick stop. Get Will to meet me at Eola Heights.”

* * *

Nyx sits up as soonas I turn down the road headed for the Happy Earth motel. “What are you doing?”

“Have a little faith,” I tell her.

She relaxes, but only a fraction. I park alongside the road and go around to open her door for her.

“They cleaned out your room. There’s some of your stuff at reception.”

She stares at me, her blue eyes digging so deep I look away. Then she turns and heads down the cracked paving without a word.

I glance up and down the street. Driving this junker of a car, no one could possibly know to follow us. But someone might be watching the motel—reason why I haven’t brought Nyx back here before now.

But things have to change.

I’ve been thinking about it ever since Nyx threw her arms around the Brennans.

If this is her being careful, then we’re fucked. In which case…I need to set the record straight about a few things. Take control.

Down here, the cartels work differently from other places. An uneasy truce, Father always says. Everyone keeps to their territories, no one gets greedy, and peace reigns.

But the status quo has changed.

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