Page 32 of Angelic Vengeance

My eyes landed on the couch. Zachary was on it, talking and laughing with some men from Cosa Nostra, girls surrounding them. Three were around Zachary, practically sucking his dick right there in front of everyone. An unreasonable amount of irritation filled my veins.

Some guy behind me was getting too close and I was about to push him away. But then I stole one more glance at Zachary who was smiling at one of the girls.

Fucking smiling.

If he was having fun,why shouldn’t I?

I did what I’d never done before: I grinded back into the guy behind me. He grabbed my waist and we began dancing together.

I glanced towards the couch again and what I saw filled my chest with a dark, twisted adrenaline. Zachary wasn’t smiling anymore, his eyes fixated on the way my ass moved against another guy’s front. He looked up and our eyes met; fury in his, trouble in mine.

I couldn’t stop a smirk from forming on my lips as I looked away. Turning around, I hooked my arms around the guy’s neck.

He was hot, but not as hot as Zachary. Tall, but not as tall. He smelled good, but not good enough I wanted to bite him.

I glanced over my shoulder to find Zachary still watching, jaw locked and everything else except me forgotten.

I couldn’t help myself. I took the guy’s hand and led him away from the dance floor and towards the empty rooms. I wasn’t even going to kiss him but Zachary didn’t need to know that.

We entered an empty guest bedroom and I closed the door behind us.

“We’re not going to do anything. I’m only using you to make someone jealous.” The word ‘jealous’ was out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

Shit.WasI jealous over Zachary?

Before the guy could respond, the door to the room opened, spilling in the loud music.

“We’re busy–”

I didn’t get to finish.

As I turned around, Zachary was already lifting his arm towards the guy, Glock with silencer in hand.

I could only gasp as the shot sliced through the air. I whirled around to see the innocent guy – whose name I didn’t even know – fall back on the bed; eyes open and a red hole in his forehead.

No blood had splattered on the walls or leaked out of his head. It was a silent reminder that Zachary wasn’t like other guys I’d dealt with before. He was a professional. And this hadn’t been his first kill.

He wasn’t ‘just like me’.

He was so much worse…

I hadn’t felt shock in years. I had been trained not to feelanything. But Zachary completely blindsided me. I had expected him to barge in… Hell, maybe even hit the guy. But I never expected Zachary to straight up kill him.

I spun back around to face Zachary, but he was already walking out. I could see and feel the anger radiating off him. He’d already removed the silencer and was now placing the gun back in his waistband.

I reached out and grabbed him by the bicep, nails digging through his suit. “You can’t just leave me with this!”

I had taken lives before, but one thing I didn’t fuck with was disposing of bodies. Shit freaked me out.

Zachary gave me a dark smirk. He must have loved the amount of emotion he was getting out of me. “Should’ve been more careful,hermosa.”

He began to walk away again, but I didn’t let go of my hold on him, only pulled harder.

“Zachary!”

He turned and walked into me. Automatically, I stepped back. His hands went underneath my large T-shirt, to my waist, and he squeezed me in his palms, pressing me between the wall and his muscled body. His touch burned my skin, making me feel as if he was branding me with his handprint. Liquid fire dripped down my veins, collecting low in my tummy.

My breathing was shallow and I felt confused.Very confused.

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