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We had been on what felt like a wild goose chase all night long with nothing to show for it.
There was no sign of Chamuco and I was stressed out, short with everyone, and in a foul mood. My disposition didn’t improve when I nearly ran into Angel Mackenzie.
He held up his hands and laughed as I rushed around him, stomping away without acknowledging his presence. Must have annoyed him, the selfish little punk.
“What? No greeting?”
“No,” I growled, continuing down the hall toward my room. My only interest was finding Sasha and getting rid of some of this tension, preferably while buried inside her and without interruption.
I didn’t make it far.
“Who’s the fucking suit?” Papa hadn’t actually met Angel before. He knew of him just not personally.
“Angel,” I replied, nearly spitting out his name.
“Fuck, Bodie.” His hand landed on my shoulder. “Tell me what’s got you so twisted.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Besides Chamuco, Angel, the Scorpions, and the danger to Sasha.” His lips twitched. “I guess that’s a fuck ton of bullshit, eh?”
Only Papa could have made me smile at that moment. “Fucking hell. I’m gonna lose it.”
“Nah, you won’t. Just feels like it. Find your ol’ lady and fuck it out of your system for a couple of hours. Best way to deal with it.”
“That’s what I planned on doing.”
Papa lifted his hand, ticking his head toward the kitchen. “I think she’s cooking.”
Cooking? I could count on one hand how many times Sasha had cooked anything since we met.
Following Papa, I walked to the kitchen and then leaned against the door, snickering when I saw my girl wearing leggings and a tiny little top underneath a red apron. She had chocolate, flour, and something else smeared on her face, arms, and all over the red material.
It was fuckin’ adorable.
She gasped when she saw me. “You’re not supposed to know about this!”
Papa chuckled, shaking his head as he turned around and headed toward the bar.
Angel chose that moment to walk into the kitchen and his gaze roamed all over my woman, drinking in her beauty like his favorite shot of liquor. He didn’t hesitate to walk up and slap her on the ass, cupping her cheek like it was his fuckin’ property.
Arrogant fucking prick.
I rushed forward and grabbed him by his expensive suit color and lifted him up off the floor with one hand, so pissed that my Reaper had surged to the surface and taken over. My chest rumbled with a growl so fierce most men would have pissed their pants. Not bothering to correct him, I slammed his body up against the wall and sneered in his face.
“MINE.”
Angel lifted his hands in surrender. “Fuck. I guess the rumors about you all are true.”
Another growl was my response.
“Sorry. My mistake.”
I didn’t release him.
“Uh, sorry. Didn’t know you were taken. Thought you were a club whore.”
I leaned forward and smashed my head against his nose. “No touch again.”
