Page 79 of Wild Angel

“Fuck you,” I mumble back, and then my cheeks go red when I realize the officiant might have overheard me.

I think I’m about to have a panic attack. My heart is racing, and every cell in my body is on fire.

But somehow, when I turn to face Savage again, and he looks at me with those dark eyes of his, I find solid ground again.

When I stick out my hand for Savage to put on my ring, relief washes over his face. I look down, curious at his reaction, but the ring he slips on my finger is nothing fancy. Honestly, I’d expected something a little more extravagant for a fucking drug lord who drives around in limousines, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.

Once the silver band with its small diamond is on my finger, I fumble with his hand and manage to get his ring on.

“And now, by the power vested in me by the State of Florida, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now—”

We both surge toward the other.

We both stop an inch apart.

I want him to fuck me against the goddamn wall, but that’s hardly appropriate, even for a cartel wedding.

“Really? Kiss? Now?” I can’t manage a cohesive sentence, but Savage gets me.

“It’ll be fine,” he whispers, before planting a chaste kiss on my lips.

The redhead on the bed lets out a “Whoop!” that makes me jump, and then Sergio is heading for the door.

Cool relief rushes through me when the door closes behind him. I turn and give Savage a smile, and then hold out my hand and look at the ring.

“He’ll get you a better one,” Vito says, giving me an awkward smile when I glance at him over my shoulder. “This was all a bit last minute.”

I shrug. “I don’t care.”

“Yeah…I’ve heard that about you.” Vito’s smile fades. “Well, guess I’ll see you around then, wife of Savage.”

I frown at him, let out a low, uneasy laugh. I’m feeling giddy, but not in a good way. I guess it’s all the adrenaline that was pumping through my veins. “I guess so.”

But Vito’s already walking away.

When I turn back to Savage, he’s gone. My heart gives a little knock against my chest as I turn to scan the room. I find him talking to his father, but before I can join them, the redhead starts walking toward me.

Her hips sway like a runway model’s, a too-tight blue dress clinging to her pudgy figure. “Nice to meet you, doll,” she says, sticking out a hand. “I’m Viv.”

“Nyx,” I say, but I don’t take her hand.

“Oh, of course, what am I thinking?” She throws up her hands and lets out a high-pitched giggle. “We’re family now!”

Before I can sidestep, she has her arms around me. Big gold bangles clatter in my ears, and a toxic-sweet perfume invades my nose as she hugs me.

Oh God.

I push her away as politely as possible, which for me is little more than a shove. “I just want to speak to Savage—” I cut off.

I probably shouldn’t call him that anymore, right?

“Caesar.”

“Relax, doll.” Viv adjusts the straps of her dress and gives me a flat smile. “You have the rest of your lives. I want to get to know my new daughter-in-law.”

“Uh…maybe later.”

I grimace at her and walk away, but pause a yard away from Bryan’s bed. I don’t know if I should go closer—what if Bryan recognizes me as Nick? Savage said I’m safe now, but—

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