Page 129 of Never Fall for an Angel

His lips pull into a grin, his gaze flicking from mine to Mila and back.

“Hello, brother.”

“Mila, go inside.”

She doesn’t move, frozen between me and the side of the cottage.

“Hello,Mila,”Levi smirks, holding out his hand. I have half a mind to shoot it off. “I’m Levi Cross. Christian’s charming, slightly more handsome younger brother.”

“Mila,” I repeat through gritted teeth, my eyes never leaving my brother. “Go inside.”

Slowly, I can feel her pull away from me, releasing my shirt where her hand was twisted in the material, holding onto me. I listen to the sounds of her footsteps, then the door shut behind me. Then, I lower my gun.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Levi shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, smirking.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

“Doesn’t explain why the fuckyou’rehere.”

“You weren’t returning my calls.”

“There’s a reason for that.”

I nod towards the lighthouse and he chuckles under his breath, stalking towards the door. I unlock it, pushing it open and let him inside before I shut it behind us.

“Upstairs.”

“Love what you’ve done with the place,” he taunts. “I heard the whole coastal vibe is making a comeback.”

“Fuck off,” I grunt, crossing to my desk the moment we enter. I pull out the bottle of whiskey I keep in there, downing a gulp of the amber liquid.

It doesn’t do anything for me, but I’m not only pissed off, I’m shaking with rage.

“I almost fucking shot you.”

Levi takes the bottle from my hand, taking a drink before eyeing the label.

“Expensive.”

“What the fuck do you want? How the fuck did you find me.”

He lets out a breath, sinking into the chair on the opposite side of my desk.

I’m too agitated to sit, so I lean against the side of the desk, facing him.

“We’re brothers. I know you better than you think.”

“Clearly not or you’d know I wouldn’t want visitors.”

“You bought the island under an alias, but you used Mom’s maiden name. What did you expect?” he grumbles, taking another drink.

Because I can and because I’m older,andbecause this is my goddamned island, I take it back from him.

“Not all of us have the DEA pushing every little thing we do under the rug.”

“Yes, well. Not that you didn’t have the option.”

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