“Angel De Santos?”
He threw his head back and laughed.
Ray couldn’t help her own smile.
When he looked back at her, she could see the twisted sparkle in his eyes and knew that it mirrored hers,
“Youarea wildcard.”
She grinned and raised her gun at the same time.
“No,” she chastised, “I’m just the new recruit.”
Bang!
2
Well, that was a pleasant surprise,Angel couldn’t help but think as the man on the ground jerked as the bullet pierced his chest. Angel arched a brow in response and tipped his chin to stare up at her. She didn’t blink once, annoyance flickering through her gaze as his smirk stretched.
Black and blue hair and a tousled pair of clothes. Well, she really hadn’t seen him coming. Angel blinked in surprised when her gun moved upwards until it was pointed right at him. He didn’t move his gaze from hers, letting a small smile touch his lips as she clicked her tongue once.
And shot.
Angel wanted to blink. Wanted to breathe. But didn’t have time to do anything. The bullet cut past his cheek and hit the metal pole behind him. It ricocheted off the metal surface and hit another one of his men. Or women. He didn’t know who these people were.
Just knew his father had sent him out to check her out.
Angel had heeded his words but made slight changes to the plans. Had decided to kill her instead.
It turned out to be a woman behind the mask because her surprised groan ripped past her throat. But she stood her ground. And Angel didn’t turn to ask. Not when this girl stepped down from her porch and walked right over the dead man at her feet without a hitch in her step.
Angel felt the trickle of blood rush down his cheek before the hiss of pain exploded on his face. He cocked his head at the sensation, keeping his eyes on her honey eyes as she stepped closer.
The guns followed her every movement, but she didn’t seem to care.
When she finally reached him, he saw the faint scar on the top of her brow. She was smaller, barely reached up to his nose. Still, there was something off about her. Something cunning. Somethingwrong.
This close, Angel could see the sparks of fire shine in her eyes. He didn’t move. Couldn’t, when she went up on her toes and reached forward to wipe the blood off his face. A smirk broke past Angel’s lips when she stepped down and hummed, watching the red on her skin. Angel watched, entertained as her thumb stuck out of her fist and she swiped it right over his beating heart. Right on his perfectly clean, white shirt.
Angel scoffed out a laugh as she wiped her finger clean and took an innocent step back.
“Killing my men.” Angel started then, not letting the rush of annoyance affect his actions, “I can forgive.”
Everyone around him stiffened, and he saw the grin on her face widen. Somehow it made him want to rip it off. This girl, she wasn’t what his intel had told him. She was dangerous in a way only…
Only devils were.
“But staining my shirt?” He continued, his voice so low, so lethal, “That’s pure evil, no?”
The girl ahead smirked, and the wave of irritation washed right on him like a fucking tsunami. He might just kill her today.
“I just assumed you were used to it.” She said, shrugging her shoulders as another innocent smile lighted up her face under the moonlight.
It was her utter confidence. Heraudacitythat enraged him.
I’m going to kill her.
He was going to act on it. Knew he wanted to.
