Page 112 of Whispers of Fire

“You're doing great, Angel, keep your eyes up there.” His hand grabs my father's head and snaps it, breaking his neck and a disgusting wailing comes out of my father's mouth before his body falls on the ground.

Lifeless.

It’s over. He won’t hurt me anymore .

Once the last sigh leaves his breath, waterfalls of tears burst out of me while Vox rushes towards me, pushing me a few feet aside, away from my father's dead body. He turns me so I don't have to look at it and hugs me in his massive arms, his leather scent soothing me like a balm.

“He's gone, it's over now, Angel,” he whispers, kissing my forehead, both hands on my cheeks.

Home, that's what Vox’s scent is.

“Please tell me ya forgive me, Angel,” a broken whisper comes out of him, only for us to hear. “Fuckin' hated doing this in front of ya.” I grip his shirt hard and rest my forehead on his, nodding.

We’re okay, there’s nothing to forgive.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I sign, watching him read my hands.

“I love ya so fuckin’ much, Angel,” he says in my ear before placing a rough kiss on my lips, his arm still holding me so tight like he wished he could crawl under my skin.

“Vox,” the man behind me says. Vox tilts his head, keeping me in his arms while staring at his president.

“Give me a sec, sweetheart, and then we’ll get ya out of here.” His hand reluctantly leaves my body as he walks toward the man holding our fate in his hands.

Vox

Turning toward my prez, I look down a sec at the dead man on the floor.

Thank fuck he’ll never hurt her ever again .

I killed him and she forgave me. She’s staying, despite knowing all that I am, all that I’m capable of. I’m the luckiest bastard on earth for keeping her after today.

But one obstacle is still standing in our way.

Staring at Ares, I say firmly, “Rose is mine. I want the whole fuckin' club to know it. I want her to have the Raven Sons protection and she'll be sharing my life from now on,” I say, cause it not a fuckin' question, it's a statement.

Ares walks toward me, his eyes narrowing on me.

Are we done? Is he satisfied?

Was it enough for him?

Cause I'm fuckin' tired of everythin’ right now and just want to be with my girl and give her the care she needs.

“Yeah. We’re done here.” He nods.

Fuckin’ finally.

I nod back, my eyes still locked in his, both of us knowin’ there's no more bullshit between us.

“Here, I thought you’d like your phone back.” He takes it from his back pocket and hands it to me. “Couple of texts in here you might wanna look at.”

I furrow my brows.

What the fuck is he sayin’?

“Your girl,” he says, motioning his chin to Rose behind me.

I know she must have tried to text me, but why would he mention it?

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