Page 73 of Vicious Angel (Criminal Sins 2)
My dying heart kicks and screams, but my thumb falls against the answer icon.
âHello!?â Itâs Angelâs voice.
âAngel?â
; âCat?â
âDo you have...â I canât finish. Daring to hope has only ever led me to more misery.
âNo,â Angel mumbles, and I can practically hear his head drop in shame.
Oscar is still missing.
âAre you alright?â he asks.
For some reason, I canât bring myself to lie to him. âNo.â the truth is cold and flat and awful.
âSame,â he broods.
For a second, neither of us say a word. Then...
âWhere are you?â
I furrow my brows and my head pounds with heartache. My visions blurs and I have to pinch my nose to refocus. When I can see again, nothing seems familiar. âI donât know...â I mumble.
âAre you safe?â
âI think so.â
âWho are you with?â
I look over to the doorway that the two men just walked out of. âJuan was just here.â
âCan you give him the phone?â Angel asks, but I donât want to.
Even though weâre just talking over the phone, I feel a little less lonely, a little less broken. Weâre both two shattered people, two failed parents, two awful protectors...
But still, the kiss Angel gave me before he went after Oscar lingers on my lips. The warmth soothes me enough to sit up from my bed. âIâll go find him.â
Juan and the man he left with are just outside the door. When I open it up, they stop talking and look my way. Juanâs eyes go wide when he sees the bright cell phone in my hand.
âAngel?â he asks.
I nod.
The phone switches hands and Iâm left cold and alone again. Juan starts to pace as he talks to Angel, and my mind drifts off.
âIs there anything I can do for you?â The man who helped me the other night stands with his hands clasped behind his back. âIâm fine, thank you.â I suddenly realize I never got his name. Iâm about to ask when Juan gives me the answer.
âAldar, letâs go!â he orders, stuffing the cell phone in his pocket. I guess Angel didnât want to talk to me anymore...
A sharp pain cuts through the dull ache that ravages my body at the thought of whatâs going through Angelâs mind right now. He must blame me for everything, right? He was ready to whisk us off to safety, and I refused...
Juan and Aldar are at the staircase before I snap out of my daze. âHey!â I call after them, desperately not wanting to be alone anymore. âCan I come?â
The two men share a look of concern.