Page 75 of Wild Angel

And both of them?

Vito’s face drops when Savage’s lackies haul me into Bryan’s bedroom a few minutes later.

Sam’s got me by the ankles, Matias by the wrists. He’s stepped on my hair several times, and he hasn’t even apologizedonce.

They drop me unceremoniously to the floor and then back away like I’m a nuke.

I scramble up, dusting myself off and tugging my dress straight, a furious scowl on my face.

“Where the fuck is he?” I bark.

Vito’s face sags. “He…uh…he’s in the bathroom.”

“Well tell him to hurry the fuck up and get out here so I can kick his fucking ass.”

“Nyx…” Vito throws a meaningful glance over his shoulder.

There are other people in the room. I only recognize two of them. My skin immediately tries to crawl off my body.

Sergio is standing near Bryan’s bed. Maybe they were talking to each other or something, I don’t know. But right now they’re both staring across the room at me.

There’s a guy dressed in black, hair slicked back like an eighties advertising exec, a woman with bright red hair, and two guys that look like bodyguards. One might even have been the doormat who dragged me into Sergio’s room the—

Nope.

Nope fuckity nope.

My skin’s already itching. My fingertips prickling. No need to add a slew of traumatizing memories to that mix.

“Yeah…I’m, uh…I’m going to leave,” I tell Vito, sticking a thumb over my shoulder. “This, whateverthisis…it’s not my thing. Honestly, I don’t think it’sanyone’sthing.”

I feel like I’ve been dragged into a seance or something. Who the fuck is that spooky guy anyway? And the chick with the red hair? She wriggles her fingers at me when I look at her, and that creeps me out even more than Bryan’s practically decomposing body.

I can’t believe how much the Capo of the Domingo Cartel has deteriorated since I’ve last seen him. It’s like he—

Fuck.Cancer?

I almost laugh.

Maybe if the guy with the eighty’s hairdo hadn’t been staring a hole in my head, I might have chuckled.

I mean…I didn’t have to stalk Domingo for weeks before planning to stick a wire in his internal organs. Donny didn’t even have to pay me.

He looks like he’ll be dead in a week.

Which makes me feel bad for Savage…but only a little. I mean, it’s obvious him and his father aren’t close. It’s obvious—

The bathroom door swings open, and Savage steps out, tugging on his jacket.

Not his leather jacket.

Caesar Domingo, Lieutenant of the Domingo Cartel, is wearing a suit.

Oh my God,that’swhat was off when I went back to his room. He always wears his jacket when he goes outside, but it was still hanging over the back of the chair. I saw it, but I didn’t realize I’d seen it because that’s where it normally is.

He looks fucking amazing—as in my mouth has suddenly gone dry, and I’m struggling to think straight—but that’s not the point.

The point is that I’ve known Savage long enough to realize that this setup I’ve walked into can only be one of two things.

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