Page 130 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Too much paperwork.”

“You mean not enough fun?” I don’t like the way he wags his brows. As if I’m a fucking nutcase, murdering people for the fucking hell of it.

“I do what needs to be done. Not what the United States government lets me.”

“You’ve just got to know how to handle your problems, brother,” Levi chuckles, looking around my office. “I must say, I was surprised this is where you were choosing to hide out at.”

“We aren’t hiding.”

“So it’s okay if I let Mila’s mother know where’s she’s staying?”

“Fuck off, Levi. Don’t make me fucking shoot you,” I growl, and he falls back in his chair.

“So testy, tonight. Would that have anything to do with your little br—”

“Don’t fucking finish that sentence.”

For once, Levi has the good sense not to push the matter. Maybe he’s finally growing up.

“You’ve got five seconds to tell me why you’re here or I’m throwing you off the cliff.”

His smirk falls and he reaches into his pocket, tossing a flashdrive on the desk beside me.

“What’s that? Your homework?”

“Plug it in.”

I huff out a breath and reach for the drive, firing on my laptop, and plugging it in.

There’s only one file—a video—and when I click on it, ice fills my chest.

I can’t make it more than thirty seconds in before I’m shutting it down.

“Thought that might interest you.”

“Where the fuck did you get this?”

“Picked it up off a guy in Oregon last week. Not the one I was tracking, but a customer.”

I grip the edge of the desk so hard, the wood threatens to crack under my hands.

“Where the fuck did he get this?”

“I have information that he’s in New York.”

Immediately, I’m shaking my head.

“I’m not leaving Mila alone.”

“If he’s still out there, she’ll never be safe.”

“She’s safe with me.”

“That the card you want to play it? Why do you care, anyway? The bitch shot you.”

I pull my gun on him so fast, he doesn’t even have time to breathe.

“That’s mywife.”

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