Page 17 of Never Fall for an Angel

“I don’t know, but . . . I want to go home.”

I swear, every time I see him, it gets a little harder not to put a bullet in his head.

I pull up my phone, opening the app that tracks her and her sister’s phones. Don’t hate me. Hate Monica. It was her idea to put trackers in them. Not that I’m arguing.

Like I said—Houdini rabbit.

“I’ll find you.”

Mila’s in a house down in Oakwood, and when I pull up, a house party is in full swing. She’s home from college right now for Spring break, and I can’t help but wonder why the fuck she would end up in a place like this.

Mila fucking hates parties.

I don’t believe for a second she cares for the little shit. Like everything, It’s just another way to please her mother.

I park at the curb, and before I can even text her to tell her I’m outside, she rushes out the door. Climbing in the back seat of the car, she wraps her arms around herself, refusing to look at me.

She never sits in the back seat.

“Mila.”

Over the years, I’ve learned how to read other people’s body language. It’s good to know what someone’s true intentions are, even if they’re not willing to share them with you.

She doesn’t look up at my voice, and irritation climbs up my spine. My palm itches on the steering wheel. My chest burns.

Stepping out of the car, I open the back door, gripping her chin and forcing her eyes to mine. Soft silver moons stare at me from red, tear-filled eyes.

“Can we just go?”

“We aren’t leaving until you tell me why you’re upset.”

Her teeth graze her bottom lip, and a shiver rolls through her.

“It’s nothing.” She attempts to pull back out of my grasp, but I hold her there, forcing her to face me. She blinks, a tear slipping down her cheek as those soft gray eyes work their way into my chest.

“Unless you want me to go in there are forcibly remove the dicks from every boy at this party, I suggest you tell the truth.”

She huffs, gaze narrowing on mine, but I don’t care. She can be mad all she wants. No one touches her.

“It’s stupid,” she grumbles, averting her gaze. “Corbin is drunk, and he tried to get me to do stuff. I didn’t want to . . .”

A deathly stillness falls over me.

“And?”

“And he tried to . . .feel me upin the bathroom.” She shakes her head, sawing her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m fine. Just embarrassed.”

For a moment, my ears ring in the silence that follows. I swallow the burning rage, a pit forming in the center of my chest that threatens to swallow me whole. Red creeps into my vision, blood drumming in my ears like war drums on a battlefield.

I’ll fucking kill him.

“Christian, wait!” Mila yells, scrambling to open the door when I slam it shut and start towards the house.

I don’t even look back.

“Get in the car, Mila.”

She makes no move to follow me, and I storm inside, ice slipping through my veins as the scent of weed and cheap beer fills my lungs.

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