Page 92 of Unravelling The Hitman: A BWWM Romance

“He couldn’t take his eyes off you,” Mom mused.

Dad cleared his throat. “Is there something going on between you two, Angel?”

“No.” It wasn’t a lie.

There wasn’t anything going on between me and Deacon.

Not anymore.

31

Deacon

Angel’s harsh words echoed in my ears while I waited for her call. My heart bled and ached, yearning to clear up the misunderstandings between us, to touch her, hear her laugh, see her smile.

My love for her was yet another weakness.

I didn’t have time to be distracted. Rhia had been quiet and though I’d left no question about what I would do if she stepped out of line, I knew she wasn’t one to admit defeat easily.

As a precaution, I’d beefed up security around the island and kept Reid indoors where I could keep my eyes on him at all times.

It drove my boy crazy as he was used to running freely on the beach, but I couldn’t take any chances. Rhia was a loose cannon and, until I got confirmation that she was no longer a threat, we had to move carefully.

It bothered me that Angel was in the city, away from my protection. Which was why I’d put measures in place to keep her safe.

Even so, I would prefer if she were back on the island with me. I missed her presence, her fragrance, her laughter.

Even when I’d been away on my last job, I’d called and spoken to her every night. Now, my cell phone remained silent and my chest echoed with emptiness.

Impatience chewed my nerves. I grew antsy with every day that passed. I wanted to see her.

Needed to.

Which was why I’d acted against my better senses and sailed to San Pedro.

It was a risky move. I couldn’t protect Reid here as well as I could on our fortress of an island. But my heart wasn’t really giving me a choice.

“Staring at your phone won’t make it ring,” a voice said. Rasheed leaned over the counter and slapped a bottle of water in front of me. “You okay, Boss?”

I accepted the bottle. “I’m waiting for a call.”

“Angel?”

My head whipped up. “Have you spoken to her?”

“No.” Rasheed chuckled, plump lips tilting up. “It’s funny seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Lovesick.”

I frowned. “You feeling brave, Rasheed?”

“No, sir.” He smirked and mumbled, “No wonder you packed up and moved to San Pedro. It’s faster to get to Belize City from here.”

“Enough.”

He kept on teasing as if he had no sense. “I remember the first time Angel walked in.” He leaned his elbows on the counter. “She raked me through the coals when she found out Reid had been living here.”

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