“Well, I thought you were bitchin.” Ren grins.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Cross rumbles.I don’t think he’s looked at us once.
His hand slides off Michelangelo’s lower back as he leaves, which would indicate some minor intimacy… if he weren’t leaving to go talk to some of the half-naked dancers.
Michelangelo frowns.
“He seems nice,” Leah chirps awkwardly.
“He’s actually terrible,” Michelangelo sighs. “But hisdickis…” He sighs dreamily. “Well, ya know…”
“Oh, trust me, we know.” Angel smirks, peeking at me while I feign outrage.
“Magic?” Ren grins deviously.
“Yes. Very much so.” Michelangelo nods enthusiastically.
“Figures,” Byron hums while Yari and all of Angel’s friends murmur in agreement.
“Treacherous men always have beautiful dicks,” Trevel professes.
I can’t help the snort that bursts out of me. And the rest of them erupt into cackles and conversation, discussing where to go out.
“Magic dick, hm?” I hum to Angel while we leave the theatre.
“Oh yea. Mucho,” he nods. “Yours casts spells on me all the time. Why do you think I was so obsessed with you?”
“Really?” I chuckle. “I didn’t know that was all about my dick, pajarito.”
“I’m telling you, it hypnotized me,” he teases. “Then you went in for the kill.”
Grinning, I take his chin. “Too bad I couldn’t kill you either, huh?” He chuckles, and I kiss him softly. “I love you forever, my sweet Angel.”
“I love you always, Diablo.”
I’m suddenly itching to drop down on one knee right now. But I should really wait until we get home.
After all, I have something extra special for my little bird.
We’re back in Vegas. Back from our trip to New York, which certainly filled our cups. Angel got to see all of his friends, I got to get nasty with him in a Broadway theatre—and in the elevator of The Plaza—and we discussed some things with Byron and Trevel regarding the history book.
Overall, I’m thrilled for this project. I think it will be just the thing to immortalize Alabaster Isle within the pages of history. And also make me feel like I’m still connected to her.
Losing the Isle was a hit, and I won’t deny that. I don’t regret surrendering to Jonathan, giving him the island or the mansion. But itisa very special place, and I miss it.
Hopefully, having the history recorded will give me a physical piece of it to hold on to.
And hopefully this surprise for mi pajarito will give us both a bit of Alabaster here in Las Vegas.
I’m about to call for him when my phone rings.
“Yari? What’s up, I’m busy?”
“I have Zayn Mansur for you,” Yari says cautiously, and I freeze.
Touché, Governor.
My gaze narrows. “Sure. Put him through.”
