Page 12 of Never Fall for an Angel

“This has been a lot of fun, but I think I’ve had my fill of frat tonight.”

If Mason, can skip out on this party, then so can I.

I’m turning to walk away when a hand darts out and grabs my wrist, dragging me to a stop. I jerk back from Drew, but his fingers remain steadfast, a sinister smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Did you forget who I am, little sister?” Drew steps closer, pushing the hair off my face. I wince when I pull in his grasp, and his fingers tighten, cutting off my circulation. “Like it or not, I’m going to be your brother-in-law,” he murmurs darkly. “Imagine what Bailey will say when she finds out her little sister sucked her husband’s cock.”

“Nothing, because the only way your cock would come anywhere near my mouth is if I were slicing it off to feed it to you for cheating on my sister.”

His eyes flash wickedly, his fingers digging into my skin harder. I bite back a wince because I refuse to show him that he’s hurting me.

“Make no mistake, when I marry your sister, you and Savannah will be at my mercy. Whether it’s on your knees or your back, I’ll find a use for you.”

“I’d advise you to drop your hand,” a cool voice says behind me.

Drew pauses, eyes narrowing before he looks over my shoulder.

He must not like whatever he sees there because he drops my wrist like I’d shot flames from my nipples.

I turn, my heart pausing unsteadily in my chest, when I meet the dark blue gaze of the man standing beside the statue.

He, on the other hand, looks as calm and collected as he would be walking down the street. His gaze sweeps over me, a quick assessment to verify I’m not hurt, and my skin heats under his stare.

He’s . . . otherworldly. Dangerous.

Dark hair. Dark blue eyes the color of the Mariana Trench. His suit stretches over muscles so thick, I’m sure he could crush a watermelon—or my head—in his giant hands. Broad shoulders. Slacks stretched over strong, impossibly long legs.

This isn’t a man at all . . .

—It’s the devil in an Armani suit.

I fall back a step, and finally, his gaze leaves mine. He turns to Drew.

“I’m just having a little conversation with my favorite sister-in-law, right, Mila?”

I glower back at him, but before I can respond, the mystery man speaks up.

“And now, you’re not.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Drew asks, cocking his chin back like he’s prepared for a fight. I don’t know why. He couldn’t even fight a wet paper bag, much less the man standing before us who’s at least a foot taller than he or I and a whole lot bigger.

“The man telling you to get out.”

The silence in the air is so thick, it steals my breath away. All of Drew’s friends are still, no longer snickering now that the mystery man has arrived. A shiver rolls through me, and I wrap my arms around myself as a chill settles in my veins at the look he gives Drew.

It’s as if he’s death himself, come to collect the soul of an innocent and just stopped off for a quick appearance at this party.

“I’m not leaving,” Drew argues, and I don’t miss the little flash of fear in his gaze hidden beneath that cocky exterior.

Under different circumstances, I would laugh.

Mystery man steps closer, between me and Drew, and I fall back until my shoulders are pressed into the statue behind me. He peels his suit jacket open, and Drew’s eyes widen at whatever he sees. I can’t see what it is from where I stand, but I can guess.

“I’ve been authorized to remove anyone I see fit, and . . . as it stands, I see fit to remove you.”

“Under who’s order?”

Mystery man cocks his head. “Mr. Parker.”

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