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“Shit—you might have a concussion.”
“Don’t worry about that now.” I told him. “I’ve been through worse deployed to war zones.”
But looking up into his eyes, I knew he wasn’t okay with the current situation. I knew he wasn’t okay with my being hurt.
There, he took care of me—checked my body for injuries, looked into my eyes, cleaned the scratches flying debris had caused. When I closed my eyes and promised him, I was okay, he called Ghoul, Nikau and Tex.
“Angel, food is here.” Romeo hollered from somewhere in the space. “I put it in the kitchen. Have you called backup?”
“Yeah.” Angel replied. “They’re coming.”
“Angel?”
“Yes, Bae?”
“I’m thirsty.” I couldn’t help smiling at the cute nickname. My body suddenly felt as if I hadn’t had fluids in a million years.
“I’ll get you something to drink. But you have to stay awake, okay?” He kissed my forehead, my nose then my lips.
“Okay, doctor.”
He stared down into my eyes, worry filling his. I reached up and caressed his bearded cheek, offered him a smile then pouted my lips at him. He kissed me then hurried to get me something to drink.
Chapter 8
Angel
Irritation.
Indignation.
Anger.
Rage.
There was no word in the English language that properly described how I felt. They’d come to my home, my sanctuary coming aftermywoman.
While we waited for the cops to show up, I checked the men, being careful not to leave fingerprints by wearing gloves. They didn’t have any identification on them but the tattoo at the base of their skulls told me precisely who they were—Ayala Cartel.
This means, the missing teenager, Kingston and the drugs we found at EOC, were all tied up with these assholes.
Ghoul and Eris arrived just after the cops. I noticed the red corvette sitting a little way down the street. Dude parked behind them as Romeo, Hawk and I dealt with law enforcement. They had a little more questions for Hawk than they had for Romeo and me. One of the cops was a little lippy with Hawk. I was about to step in when Romeo grabbed my arm to steady me.
“You don’t want to do that.” Romeo whispered. “Just watch.”
“Am I getting in the way of you doing your job, detective?” Hawk asked, chin lifted.
“What?” He asked.
“Or am I keeping you from something that’s more important than the fact someone just tried to blow me and my friends into the stratosphere?”
The man’s face turned an angry red.
“I’m a cop. I can read the attitude.” Hawk told him, pushing his buttons a little more.
“You’re out of your jurisdiction!” The man fired back.
“And you’re about to know what it feels like to have the ugly slapped off you!” She didn’t back down.
