Page 122 of Desperate Actions

I don’t ask what was on it. If it was worth stealing from one of the most dangerous men in the state, then it was worth killing for.

That’s when the door slams open so hard it bounces off the wall.

And there he is—Angel fucking Fury.

My father-in-law.

Pissed as hell.

The room shifts under the weight of his presence. Tension cracks the air like a live wire.

“This you?” he demands, his voice a razor’s edge.

I arch an eyebrow. “What?”

“First, you steal my daughter,” he snarls, moving faster than I thought a man his age capable. “Then you fucking rob me?”

He grabs my suit, yanking me forward until we’re nose to nose.

I don’t resist. I let him get in my face, his fury spilling into me like gasoline on a fire.

I don’t flinch.

But my hands itch—not to fight, I have no wish to engage with him.

But because if this escalates, I won’t have a choice. I’ll have to put my father-in-law on his ass.

Footsteps thunder down the hall.

A second later, my father and uncles storm into the room, flanking us like the fucking Wolves they are.

A split second later, Nico Jr. appears, grabbing his uncle and pulling him back.

Angel fights it for half a second, his glare burning into me.

I straighten my suit calmly, exhaling through my nose as I run a hand over my jaw.

“I have nothing to do with this,” I say evenly. “So if you’re done accusing me, we can start figuring out who the hell is behind it.”

Angel’s breathing is heavy, nostrils flaring. He jerks out of Nico Jr.’s grip, but at least he’s not coming at me again.

“These men—” He jabs a finger at me. “They moved like Marines. Someone you know, maybe?”

I narrow my eyes. That hits a nerve.

Before I can answer, my father steps in.

“Relax,” Dad snaps. “Don’t go tossing out accusations you can’t take back.”

Angel’s head whips toward him, eyes blazing.

“Accusations? Your son didn’t even have the balls to ask for my daughter’s hand, Andres. What kind of fucking man is that?”

And just like that, I see red.

Dad growls, stepping toe-to-toe with him. “He’s a goddamn decorated hero, that’s what he is!”

“Enough.”

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