Page 11 of Angelic Vengeance

Did you know him?He won’t bother you again.

He took the life of a random man for disrespecting me.

I’m not a gentleman.

Heat pooled low in my tummy before flowing even lower.

I swore I wasn’t a psychopath, but now I wasn’t so sure.

Kali returned shortly, so I decided to no longer be clueless. Thinking abouthimwouldn’t do me any good; I needed concrete information from a reliable source.

“So…” I began after chugging down some water. “What’s the deal with that guy from the club?”

“Who?” She asked from behind the car’s open hood.

“You know, the one from Francesca’s club.” When no further acknowledgments came, I sighed and continued. “The one at Trevor’s table? They seemed like they knew each other.”

“Oh…” Her voice sparked with recognition. She turned to me as she wiped more grease off her bronzed skin. I waited while she just stared at me, the biggest smirk on her face. “The girls said there was something between you two.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, a restraining order.”

“I mean, you did leave together…”

“Because Francesca forced him to take me home!”

“He took you home?” Kali wiggled her brows. “Did you invite him in?”

“What? No! I don’t even know him–”

“His name is Zachary Di’Ablo. Goes by Zach.”

Diablo.

Huh. Fitting.

“And he’s twenty-four. He’s like, best friends with Trevor. Grew up with us.” Kali kept going, her mischievous smile growing. “You’re Puerto Rican, he’s Mexican… You can talk dirty to each other in Spanish.”

She laughed while I rubbed my temples. “So, how’s he involved with the business? Does he work for Trevor?”

That made her laugh. “God,no. He’s… Well… A supplier for Cosa Nostra–”

“Zachary’s a drug dealer,” I deadpanned.

Kali tsked at my lack of excitement but didn’t deny it. “He goes byZach.”

I smirked.

Zachary it is.

Trying to breathe through my anger, I checked my Cartier watch – two in the morning. My shift was over, uneventful as usual, except for the man whose eyes I felt on me all night.

I couldn’t believe he had shown up to Renato, my place of work – AGAIN.Asking for me.

In all fairness, he had been here for a meeting with some other members of the club. But once they left, he never did.

He needed to leave me alone.

Nothing unsettled me; ever. And yet, he did tonight. For some reason, I had a bad feeling about this; abouthim. I just couldn’t put my finger on it…

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