Page 173 of Desperate Actions

I exhale slowly, pushing the rage deeper, turning it into something cold.

“I did.”

I meet Angel’s electric, menacing gaze and let him see the promise in my eyes.

“And now, I’m going to wipe him from the fucking planet.”

His lips curl. “Good.”

Nico, ever the smartass, leans forward.

“Uh, not to ask the obvious, but where the fuck are we going?”

My fingers tighten on the wheel. “To get my wife. And my sister.”

He raises a brow. “Yeah, no shit. But how do you know where she is if he killed their phones? I’m sure a guy like that knows how to disable the vehicle’s GPS.”

“He does.”

I glance at Angel.

This is the part where he might kill me.

Or at the very least, try to.

“But he doesn’t know about the tracker inside her wedding ring.”

Silence.

Thick. Charged.

Then—Nico bursts out laughing.

“Of course, you fucking lo-jacked your wife.”

Angel?

Not laughing.

His head turns, slow and deliberate, his glare a loaded gun.

“You put a tracker in my daughter’s ring?”

I hold his gaze.

Unflinching. Unapologetic.

I will never apologize for keeping her safe.

“Look,” I say evenly, meeting his lethal stare head-on, “I’m trying to give her space. Aella is independent and fierce as fuck, but I worry.” I shrug, rolling my shoulders.

I mean, I’m not sorry.

Not even a little.

Because the same thing he’s pissed about?

It’s going to save her life.

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