My Reaper couldn’t even speak English correctly in his rage.
There was a loud crack. Angel cried out, trying to press against the flow of blood that suddenly gushed from his nostrils. “Fuck!” he yelled. “You broke my nose!”
I dropped him to the ground, snatching Sasha and pulling her into my arms. “No women.”
No a single female here would have to endure his touch. I’d make sure of it.
“Yeah, yeah. I got it. Didn’t have to overreact, you dick.”
Snarling, I nearly lunged for him again when Grim cleared his throat from the doorway.
“I suggest you learn the rules around here quickly, Angel. No one here is going to coddle your pathetic ass.”
A giggle escaped Sasha’s mouth and she buried her head into my shoulder as Angel rose to his feet, lifted his chin, and headed toward a bathroom to clean up.
“Fuck him,” I announced to Grim.
“Try to keep your Reaper in check, Bodie.”
My Reaper retreated and I nodded, unwilling to promise anything.
Grim’s phone began ringing and he answered it, walking away.
I gave Sasha a kiss and swatted her ass, winking before I followed my pres to the chapel.
“You’re sure?”
Grim hit speaker and I heard Salazar’s voice. “We have him.”
They found Chamuco.
“How is this playing out?”
“I will talk to him first. What is left, you may have. I will send my gift tomorrow morning.”
“Angel is no longer needed.”
“He knows.”
Angel approached the door, cracked his neck, and then replied. “I am leaving, uncle.”
“Good.”
A bunch of Spanish was rattled off and Angel cringed.
“On my way.”
“We’re good?” I asked, feeling less relieved than I would have thought.
“For now.”
We exchanged a look.
Nothing was final until we saw Chamuco’s body.
“I FIGURED OUT WHAT you were doing,” I announced, entering the kitchen a few minutes later.
“Oh?”