Page 112 of The Wildcard
He should’ve finished a while back, but as long as he was away from the girls and the Larsens he could get some work done without getting distracted. Angel leaned back in his chair as the man behind him worked on his hair and switched on his phone. He was wearing an earphone when he dialed the number and heard it ring through his right ear.
Angel’s eyes snapped up to his reflection in the mirror as the man behind him finished up and moved away – possibly from the look he’d cast to get him to stop. His hair had calmed into a mess of curls after being washed, thankfully away from his eyes as the phone rang two more times.
And clicked.
He jerked up in his seat, his gaze averting down to his phone as he heard the person on the other end breathe out,
“So?” Angel snapped, making sure to keep his voice low when his patience snapped, “Is he alive?”
The man on the other end cleared his throat, “He was barely alive when he got to the hospital. They beat the shit out of him, but he hasn’t spoken. Says he knows nothing.”
Angel rubbed his brows, “I’m asking if he’salive.That’s all.”
“Yes. He is, you can come see him tomorrow.”
“No,” Angel interrupted, “I’ll be there tonight. I need to get all information before I walk into a live trap.”
“The hospital’s going to be closed tonight,” he started, and Angel clicked his tongue, shutting him up immediately,
“Just tell me where he is, I’ll handle everything else.”
“How?” his voice shook, in fear or dread, Angel couldn’t tell, “I can’ttextyou.”
“Fucking send a pigeon–I don’t care. Don’t get anyone else involved, or I’ll seriously kill you doc.”
“I swear to God, kids thesedays…”
Click.
Angel breathed out as the man returned from where he’d disappeared to remove the black cape and patted his hair down one last time. He was larger and taller than Angel was. He was also bulkier, muscular and could possibly kill Angel with one blow, but that didn’t matter when he jumped off his seat and looked at his hair, satisfied immensely.
He turned to face the bald man with a small grin, “You’re saying this was all complimentary with a shave?”
Yes, of course he’d gotten a fucking shave.
The man nodded briskly and said in the most monotonous tone Angel hadeverheard, “Gifts from the ladies who came with you.”
Angel’s brow quirked, but he didn’t believe him for a single second.
Sure, Ray might’ve offered to order more services for him, but it couldn’t be without reason. Not when he could see her standing at the doorway with her new hair and her phone in her hand. Angel’s interest piqued but he turned to the man and saw his nametag, smiling politely as he shook his hand,
“Thank you for the great work, Van.”
Those eyes narrowed, “That’s Mr. Diaz for you, boy.” Van said gruffly and Angel laughed softly in surprise,
“Alright. Thank you, Mr. Diaz.”
He hummed in satisfaction before turning on his heels to stride away from him. Angel turned away from him as well, his fingers already dialing a specific redhead’s number as he saw Ray’s brows furrow. His earphone rang as he saw her newly highlighted hair.
The blue that had been disappearing with the sheer darkness in her hair now stood like an ocean. Those waves were heavy and framed her upper body as she leaned forward. They barely reached the middle of her back, but Angel couldn’t help but feel a bit delirious as he thought about how those soft strands would feel.Especiallywhen he sunk his hands in their depths and hauled her closer–
“Yo.”
Mia’s voice was such an unwelcome distraction, that Angel grunted in surprise, his mood ruined,
“How may I help you?” she asked, undeterred by his unusual response, “Are you dying somewhere?”
“Christ,” Angel snapped, “No,why would your mind go there–you know what?Don’t care. Just run something for me. See if you can get us into the hospital tonight.”
