Page 143 of Angelic Vengeance

I quickly pulled his shirt back down before standing up.

“Why are you here?” I was uncharacteristically out of breath.

He stood up too, towering over me and stealing a glance down my body. “Nice dress.”

“Get to the point.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he stepped forward – into me – so, I was forced to take a step back because I was trying to avoid as much contact with this man as possible. I didn’t care if it was excessive – I was protecting my peace.

Except my body seemed to want the opposite…

Zach was the first man to make meburn.

Everything about him screamed secure masculinity and sexual appeal; the way he pinned me with those black eyes, when he bought me flowers just because, how he never raised his voice – not even when he thought I tried to kill him. The way he always put my needs, pleasure and happiness before his. The fact that he understood me to a level my friends could never get to know. He’d seen the deepest, darkest corners of my soul and only wanted me more.

Just being in this man’s presence – with his messy hair, ripped shirt, and blood splattered everywhere – was enough to drive my hormones crazy.

“I thought it was you at first,” Zach replied, motioning to his wound.

So he’d been taken by surprise.

“What makes you think it wasn’t?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest. I hadn’t wasted any time in the past two weeks keeping track of Zach, buthedidn’t know that. After the shit he pulled, I had every right to finish what he thought I started three years ago.

Zach gave a knowing look. “They missed.”

‘Don’t miss,’He teased,his lips brushing my ear as his arms wrapped back around me.

I bit my cheek to stop my smile.‘I never miss.’

“You should go.” I glanced at the floor, clearing my throat. “Natalia’s going to be home soon.”

“No, she’s not.”

My eyes snapped back to his, only to see he’d been glancing down too. I looked down to realize my crossed arms had been pushing my chest up the entire time. The dress’ neckline was lace – so dainty, my boobs were close to popping out.

I immediately dropped my arms.

“Asshole,” I muttered, walking away. If I left, I didn’t know where I would go. All I knew was I couldn’t stay here,with him, because I was already burning up.

“It was Ruiz who tried to kill me.”

His words stopped me. “How do you know?”

“Because the shooter confirmed to Zane.Post-torture.”

I still hadn’t spoken to Zane since he lied to me about meeting in Brooklyn. I took it as him taking Zach’s side in this. “You two friends now or something?”

“Or something.”

Placing a hand on the wall, I lazily pulled my Louboutin heels off. With my back still facing him, I felt his eyes burn the trail of my movements. “Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“We have to work together on this.”

That made me laugh. I turned to face him again, only to catch him checking me out –again.“Seriously?”

His eyes snapped back to mine, not a hint of shame or regret.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m trying to get rid of you. Not spend more time with you.”

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