Page 9 of Wild Angel

The lights from the entrance splash onto the tarmac ahead, and I can hear chatter and laughter coming from the people queued up to enter the club.

When Vito comes around the car and I see he’s wearing a suit, I roll my eyes.

A go bag with asuitin it? Who the fuck are these people? Even Savage is dressed all fancy and shit. Dark jeans, a white dress shirt, and a dark blazer.

Admittedly, he looks damn fine.

“Let’s move,” Savage says as he walks past. “Daylight’s coming.”

“You turn into a vampire or something?” I mutter as I follow, casting Vito a quick glance when he takes up the rear.

Why do I feel like I have two bodyguards all of a sudden? I scowl.

And why does that make me feel just a tiny bit more relaxed than I was a second ago?

Chapter Five

Savage

Ilet Vito take the lead. I think I’ve been here twice in my entire life, but this is one of my cousin’s second homes. I don’t want to be out in the open any longer than I have to, and I know the moment our men spot Vito, they’ll be rolling out the red carpet.

Nyx is in front of me. It’s only right—I have to bring up the rear, but my God I wish I could have had her behind me. I’m spending more time checking out her ass than I am checking out our surroundings.

Fuck, she looks good enough to eat.

While I had a rough idea of where we’d go once I found Nyx, I hadn’t really given a shit about what I pulled out of her closet back there in the motel. Underwear, sweats, jeans, and something shiny. That was literally all I thought about.

But now?

I’m thanking God the shiniest thing in her closet was the dress she’s got on.

It’s the first time I’ve seen her hair loose like this. It cascades down her shoulders and back in a wild waterfall, nearly making the dress decent enough for me to consider letting anyone else except Vito see her in it.

Almost.

We turn the corner, and immediately start drawing attention. My jaw clenches when I see how many morons waiting outside check out Nyx.

I rip off my jacket and go to sling it around Nyx’s shoulders. Somehow she senses me approaching, turns, and stops dead. From her glare, I could have been holding up a chloroform-soaked rag, not some designer brand jacket Vito bought me for my last birthday.

“You look cold,” I tell her.

“I’m not.”

“Wear the fucking jacket.”

She shakes her head at me, her lips parting with incredulity. Then she snatches the blazer and throws it over her shoulders, wearing it more like an afterthought.

It helps a little, but not enough. There’s still too much of her perfect body on display. But I’ve done all I can short of bundling her up and tossing her over my shoulder.

Our men at the door recognize Vito immediately. They were about to let in a small gaggle of girls, but the larger of the two turns and holds out his arms, herding them back. The complaints start up immediately…until the girls get a good look at us.

Suddenly they’re all looking at either me or Vito, and then the giggles begin.

He preens like a fucking peacock, of course, and all I want to do is announce that the club is closed and everyone must fuck off home.

But that would draw an unbelievable amount of attention. Exactly the opposite of what I want.

So I ignore the girls and their panting stares, and follow Vito into the club at the same pace we’ve been walking all along. As soon as we’re inside, I put my hand to the small of Nyx’s back and urge her past Vito.

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