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She shrugged. “It makes sense.”
“Roman, I hate to say it...” Salvatore began.
“Then don’t!” Roman barked.
“But I think Angel is right. He had to know you’d try Angel’s parents. And that they’d talk. Wayne Hutchins is the only name they knew. And he’s the only person we know that is still in Monash. It’s suspicious as hell.”
“Yeah. It really fucking is,” Roman agreed grumpily. “Which is another reason why Angel won’t be going anywhere near him.”
“She’ll have better luck baiting the trap than any of us would,” Sal forged ahead, heedless of Roman’s displeasure. “Hell, Roman, one look at your rage-face and the man will do a runner.”
A growl rumbled in Roman’s chest. It was inappropriate, but it really turned her on.
“Are you really proposing that I put Angel directly in the line of fire?”
“She’s your partner, Roman. You moved her in,” Salvatore reminded him calmly. “She’s already in the line of fire.”
“I agree with Angel and Sal,” Luca piped up. “Angel has proven time and time again that she can handle herself—and handle our world. She has a right to be an equal partner to you, bro.”
“And that means deliberately endangering her?” Roman challenged.
Angela remained silent, watching everything play out. She didn’t know which way she wanted it to go if she was being honest with herself.
“That means weighing up her opinion and her ideas objectively. It means treating her like the boss she is,” Luca corrected his brother gently but firmly.
Roman growled again and stalked to the window. He placed his palms against the glass, eventually muttering, “I hate how much sense you’re making.”
Angela began to smile, but it quickly froze on her face when Roman spun around.
“Everybody out,” he rumbled darkly.
Nobody argued.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
He watched through half-closed eyes as Angela stood up slowly from the table. “Roman...”
“Don’t,” he barked. “You’ve said your piece. Now it’s my turn. Do you know just how important you are to me? Do you know what it means when I call you my light?” he demanded angrily. “It means you take my darkness away. It means you shine hope on my condemned soul. You choosing me, you loving me, it gives me a chance at redemption. It gives me a chance to be more than just my father’s son. And you want me to be okay with that getting taken away from me?”
“It’s not going to get taken away,” she began, but he wasn’t interested in listening.
He gripped her upper arms, giving her a small shake. “Just days ago, you were lecturing me about being careful. About not putting myself at risk. A little hypocritical, don’t you think?”
Dios, I love her more than anything, he thought. When she opened her mouth, no doubt to argue, he had enough. He gave her a lot of leeway, more than he gave any other soul. But this? Wanting to be bait and putting herself at the mercy of a depraved man? It was too much. She was too much. Especially because he knew she was right. Fuck it all.
“Damn you, Angel,” he snapped, slamming his lips against hers.
Angela moaned into his mouth, melting against him and forcing him to hold her up. A task he was more than ready for. Picking her up, he carried her to the nearest flat surface, which happened to be the dining table. Sweeping plates and cutlery aside, he deposited her on the smooth surface. When he went to yank the clothes from her body, he realized what she was wearing. “This is my shirt.”
Angela held his gaze as she unbuttoned the shirt from bottom to top, leaving the unveiling of her delicious breasts to last. “I know. It’s comfortable. And I wanted to be close to you.”
The admission caused his heart to slam in his chest. She wanted to be close to him when he was away for one night, yet she was asking him to accept her being in direct danger. He growled, muttering to himself as he pushed the open shirt from her body and tugged the stretchy pants from her legs. Then he freed his dick, watching as it bounced straight out. He was so hard he was in pain.
He didn’t bother removing anything else, stepping in close to feel the heat and wetness from Angela’s core. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She grabbed him by the ears, tugging his head down to hers. Her mouth against his was hard and wild, as if she wanted to consume him. He was more than happy to oblige her.
He tugged her head back, making her spine arch, and her pretty tits rose perfectly for his consumption. He sucked on a pebbled tip hard, then drew it further into his mouth, and Angela moaned, her hands trembling when they locked onto his shoulders.
“How much do you love me?” he demanded, full of frenzied emotions.
