“That’s what I gained from eavesdropping and talking to Viper,” she said.
“How long ago did they grab you?” Lucien asked.
“I don’t know. The Ravagers play games with light and darkness. I lost track of how many days I was there. Over two weeks, I would guess. I haven’t even asked what the date is.”
Vex supplied that for her quickly.
Angel calculated. “Almost three weeks.”
Vex let out a stream of obscenities that made her stare at him in concern. “Your father and ex-fiancé left you in their clutches for three weeks?”
“Almost.”
“Ex-fiancé?” Lucien asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I need to talk to Trevor,” Angel told them. She could never marry a man who hadn’t moved heaven and earth to rescue her. Trevor didn’t love her. Not really. Getting captured by the Ravagers was a drastic way to test his love, but she couldn’t ignore how he’d responded.
If she’d needed proof of how little Trevor cared about her, the kidnapping had revealed how unimportant she was to him. The more she thought about it, Angel realized how many different ways Trevor could have reacted—lobbying her father to pay the ransom, hiring people to break her out, hell, he could have gone to the police or the FBI. He’d done nothing. There was no way he loved her. Not truly.
Vex pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Call that worthless jackass now.”
“I want to see Trevor in person.” Angel turned to Lucien. “Is there any other information you need from me? My impression is that Viper holds the Ravagers together by intimidation and force. Everyone is afraid of him. I got the feeling they’d boot him in a moment, but he holds the power.”
“You’re observant. I’m sorry you experienced this. But you escaped, and they lost face. That’s important to people who intimidate others. Let Vex keep you safe,” Lucien said.
“I will. Somehow, we fit together.”
“Daddies find their Little girls in the best and worst situations,” Lucien said, holding Vex’s gaze meaningfully.
“My life for hers,” Vex snarled.
“That’s the way you should feel, brother.” Lucien pulled his helmet on and eased his motorcycle forward without another word.
“Does everyone know I’m Little?” Angel asked, exasperated.
“Only the Devil Daddies. No one else is observant enough to figure it out.”
“Could you take me to Trevor?”
“Not going to happen. He can’t come here either.”
“I think Honey mentioned that she and Razor met at Inferno. Is that location safe there from the Ravagers?”
“They would die the moment they hit the parking lot,” Vex told her.
“That sounds like a good meeting spot then. You’ll know I’m safe, and I can meet Trevor in person.”
Vex fumed and stared off into the distance. Angel suspected he was battling the desire to forbid her from seeing Trevor. She turned in his arms to press her cheek against his powerful chest and squeezed him tight. Standing there quietly, she gave him time to think.
After several long minutes, he said, “Fine.”
“I have one more request.”
“You’re pushing it, Baby girl,” Vex told her gruffly but gently stroked his hands over her back to cup her bottom.
His obvious attraction to her reassured Angel she was doing the right thing. “Make love to me, Vex.” Angel’s voice trembled a bit from nervousness, but she was proud of herself. Being kidnapped had erased her ability to make choices. What she needed was to feel alive. With Vex. With the man who had claimed her as his Little girl.
He leaned away to study her face. Whatever he saw there convinced him she wasn’t messing with him. His mouth crashed down on hers, demanding her response. Their previous kisses paled compared to this scorching kiss.
