Page 77 of Wild Angel

Vito’s going to kill me if I get blood on his suit.

“Angel, please. Just listen.” I try my softest, most patient voice.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m your fucking pet,” she says, eyes glittering with fury.

“If only,” I snap back. “Even my dogs listen better than you do.”

Her eyebrows jump up, and I immediately backtrack. “Just…let me finish. Marrying you…it sends a message to every crime family out there. It lets them know you’re mine.”

That you belong to me.

But I don’t say that. I have no idea how she’d react if I did.

“They won’t fuck with you, or your sisters, if you take my name.”

“What the fuck, now I have to take your last name too?” She tries to draw back, but I tighten my grip on her face. “Jesus, at least let us discuss hyphenating or something.”

It takes me a moment to register what she’s implying. And then all of a sudden my heart is pounding like a bass drum. “You’re saying yes?”

She rolls her eyes at me. “You’ve made it pretty clear I don’t have a fucking choice,” she mutters. “And if this means the fucking asshole who took my sisters will release them…?”

Raw hope glitters in her eyes. “They will, right? They’d have to.”

I lick my lips, force myself to nod. But I have no idea if my protection could stretch that far…not without knowingwhotook her sisters.

“No one can touch you now,” I tell her. “They’d have to survive the wrath of the entire Domingo Cartel on them if they tried.”

She searches my face and then gives a small nod. “You could have asked, you know.” Her smile is tiny, but it’s there. “Down on one knee, chocolates, champagne. That kind of thing.”

“I didn’t take you for the champagne kind.”

She laughs quietly, glances away. “Fine, tequila then. Whatever. Just…” Her eyes are on mine again, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Promise me something, okay?”

I drag my hands down her face, cup the back of her neck. I feel eyes staring, digging, analyzing. But after today, it won’t matter.

Not even Sergio can touch her once she’s mine. I mean, he could…but then I’d finally be able to kill him.

He knows it.

If it wouldn’t mean Nyx possibly getting hurt, I almost wish he would try.

“Anything,” I tell her.

And fuck, I mean it. I’m ready to give her every diamond in the world, every ruby, every goddamn ounce of gold.

“No secrets.” Her eyes pin me where I stand. “You tell me everything I want to know and I…” Her eyes become hooded before she opens them wide. “And I’ll tell you everything too.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Nyx

Idon’t think I’ve ever experienced anything as surreal as this moment…and I once took acid, molly, and shrooms at the same time.

This? This is on a whole new level.

First, it’s the weird priest guy who’s officiating. Okay, maybe he’s not a priest. I don’t see a bible anywhere and there isn’t a crucifix around his neck, so maybe he’s non-denominational or something. But he’s weirdly intense, and he makes my skin crawl.

Then there’s the redhead. As soon as Savage took my hand and led me closer to the group of people waiting by Bryan’s bed, she drew herself up onto the mattress beside Bryan, snuggling against him like they were about to start watching some Netflix.

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