Page 9 of Angelic Vengeance

Him. Again.

“Why are you following me?” My voice was abnormally relaxed.

Silence.

Then a dark, sinful chuckle echoed between the graffitied brick walls and a weird warm feeling washed over me, traveling down my body.

He might not have been a goddamn vampire but he was a predator alright.

Why was he laughing? This wasn’t the slightest bit amusing. Was it because he didn’t expect me to do anything? He’d seen what I’d done to that guy the first time we met.

Frustration irked inside me; even as I pulled the throwing knife out of my sleeve and aimed for the soon-to-be-dead handsome stranger. The blade cut crisply through the air, slicing past the edge of his ear and impaling a dumpster. The small drop of blood sparkled in the moonlight as it descended his earlobe and towards the tattoo on the side of his neck.

He turned around, his hand slowly coming up to the cut. “You missed,” He drawled, assessing the red on his fingertips.

“That was a warning. I don’tmiss.” I stepped out of the shadows and walked to him with determination. “Why are you following me?”

He watched me for a moment, his eyes jumping from one feature to another, and for a split second I almost felt nervous when he looked at the scar over my eye for a little too long.

I cleared my throat. His eyes snapped back to mine and a corner of his mouth lifted. The handsome stranger I ran into too much for my liking, stepped closer, and the tempting scent of cologne enveloped me until he wasallI could breathe. And think–

Nothing a shower can’t wash off.

By the humorous look in his eyes, I knew he wasn’t going to answer me.

I gave him a smile, so sweet I could only hope would suffocate him. “Follow me again, I won’t be as polite as I was this time.”

As my threat hung in the air, I walked away.

“Didn’t take you for the spineless type.”

I ignored the insult and kept walking, but my sharp stiletto nails cut into my palms.

“What, nothing to say?”

He wanted to know why I didn’t beat the shit out of Justin as I had with the other man a few nights ago. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but the answer was simple: to keep my job. I knew it. He knew it. We both fucking knew it.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” I snapped, turning around.

A dark smirk grew on his lips. “You just did.”

I fucking hated that he was right. And I fucking hated that stupid smirk on his dumb hot face.

“Did you know him?”

My heartbeat dipped at his use of past tense. I crossed my arms and straightened my posture. “No.”

He nodded, closing the distance between us until I could feel the warmth radiating off his body. “He won’t bother you again.”

“My knight in shining armor,” I said in a monotone voice.

Sarcasm was my weapon of choice when a .45 wasn’t an option.

“Careful,hermosa. I’m not a gentleman.” His voice was husky and there was a deeper meaning to his words.

“I never thought you were,” I confessed, holding the dark abyss of his stare.

He smirked. “Smart girl.”

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