Page 12 of Angelic Vengeance

I wanted to stab this man. Multiple times. Violently.

The doorman opened Renato’s glass and gold front doors, and I smiled before walking out. Wind whipped my hair against my face and the rain was so strong it hurt. I brought my head up to see a black Brabus G-wagon slowly pulling out of the underground parking garage.

Shit.

I hurried down the building’s marble stairs, and headed in the opposite direction. The car pulled up beside me, the passenger window rolling down.

“Get in.” Zachary’s voice wrapped around me and squeezed. His tone was even more assertive than before, sending a weird feeling throughout my body.

I actually laughed. Who did he think he was?

“Yeah… No.”

“Get in the car,Maria.”

“Say please,Zachary.” I stopped walking and faced him, a teasing, sweet smile on my glossy lips – masking the concerning rise in my pulse.

He smirked at the fact that I knew his name too.

Considering I got his name –and some other information– from our common friends, I guessed he’d done the same.

Zachary Rafael Di’Ablowas the twenty-four-year-old drug lord of the Mexican Cartel – which just so happenedto be the largest narcotics operation in the Western Hemisphere, as well as Australia, and most of Europe.

Raised in New York City, with the Sus. Cosa Nostra’s main supplier. Oh, and also Fortune 500 faceless CEO of a multi-billion pharmaceutical company; which is how I guessed he washed his money.

“Get in the car or I’ll spank you until I brand my handprint on your ass.” It was obviously a joke. But the words left his mouth so naturally,it didn’t sound like a joke. When my smile dropped, he chuckled, adding a sarcastic yet somehow respectful, “Please.”

I contemplated for a moment. I knew who he was – ajerk, but friends withmyfriends nonetheless…

He sighed at my hesitation. “Francesca told me you were working late. She strongly suggested I give you a ride home ‘cause of the storm.”

It was either him or the rain.

Fuck it.I got in.

Worst case scenario, I had a loaded Glock in my waistband.

Driving off, he rolled the window up and turned the heat on high. The interior was full black leather and it smelled like spice and cash. It was so clean, there was not even a random mint wrapper in the cup holder.

I knew I’d made a mistake as soon as I shut the door behind me. Zachary was larger than life in the confined space. He made me feel fucking claustrophobic. His presence dominated the spacious car. And while he drove calmly, my heartbeat grew faster and my blood ran hot and cold. I was for sure catching a cold.

“Seatbelt.”

Right.

I put it on and leaned back into the comfortable seat. The heavy drops of rain smashed against the windshield, blurring the blinding lights of Manhattan.

I glanced at Zachary, to see a small smirk still on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head, but his stupid smirk grew.

“What?” I asked again, slightly more annoyed this time.

“You’re just…” He licked his lips searching for the right words, “A lot more submissive than I thought you’d be.”

I blinked. My heart jumped in my chest and embarrassment gathered low in my tummy at the comment which was actually aninsult.