Page 27 of Damned By His Angel

He reels back. “Why the fuck would you think that?”

“Cronos, she shares his DNA not yours. I don’t expect you to care for my daughter or be happy about it?—”

“Shut the fuck up, Amelia!” I snap my mouth closed instantly and stiffen. “If you think for a second I wouldn’t fall in love with that little girl because she has another's eyes, someone else's smile, then you clearly don’t know me as well as I thought. She is part you and that means, I love her already. Which is why I am asking you to be sure you want this with me, because if shit goes south with us now, I’ll walk away but five years from now, if you decide I’m not the man for you, then be ready to fight, baby, because I will go to fucking war with your entire family for that little girl.”

My jaw unhinges. Love for this man surges hot inside me, that he is here and willing to raise another man’s child and love her like she is his own, means more than he could ever imagine. I can’t let myself get sidetracked by his words so I push on.

“Cronos, he will come for me.”

“Let the cunt try and see what the fuck I do to him.” His conviction sends a shiver down my spine.

“He wants to ruin my father for ruining him. He has a tech company and a security firm that he operates under different names so my dad won’t know he is back in the States. I was just a tool for him to use to get to my father. I proved useless to him, which sparked his anger because I had left my family behind. He won’t stop until he has ruined my dad.”

He scoffs and shakes his head. “This little fuck has no idea who he is messing with. Your father is untouchable, Meelz. He is the underboss to the biggest mafia family in the entire fucking world. You have a better chance of getting a meeting with the King of England than you do with your dad.”

I shake my head and drop my gaze to my untouched plate as shame washes over me. “I let some things slip, I didn’t mean to and I thought I could trust him.”

“What details, Amelia?” The hard edge to his tone has me slowly lifting my head and meeting his gaze. “What. Details?”

“Meeting times, stash houses, shipments that rotate from each port.”

“Fuck!” Panic enters his eyes and now I am worried. Cronos isn’t the type of guy who gets ruffled easily.

“You need to call him, they could be going into an ambush!”

“You said it was easier to see the King than it was my father.”

“That was before I knew that the cunt had any idea about their shipments. Your father and uncles handle those drops on their own, their men don’t do the pickups.”

My eyes widen and fear grips me. “Cronos, I didn’t know?—”

“It doesn’t matter, you need to call him and warn him, now.” He pushes away from the counter and moves toward the living room where a calendar is tacked onto the wall. “Fuck! Call him now, the shipment comes in tonight.” I shakily pull the phone Nos gave me out of my pocket and scroll the contacts, only to realize I don’t have my dad’s number. I flick my gaze back to him.

“I don’t have his number.” I admit. He sighs and pulls his phone from his back pocket and tosses it to me. “What’s the passcode?”

“263542.” I input the numbers and then freeze as I snap my head back to him in shock.

“263542 is your passcode?”

He grits his teeth. “Yes.”

“My name is your passcode?”

He rolls his eyes. “Yes, now call your fucking father, Amelia!” I shake my head and push all those warm fuzzy feelings away as I scroll for my dad’s number. Nerves thrum through me as I press dial and bring the phone to my ear. I can feel Cronos’s gaze boring into the side of my head as I wait with bated breath for my dad to answer.

“What do you want, Cronos?” The sound of my father’s voice reduces me to a puddle of shame. I open my mouth to answer but no words come out. “Cronos?” he bites out. I dart my gaze to my dark angel who nods encouragingly, I find my strength in his eyes.

“Dad?” I rasp out.

He stays silent for a long moment and I have to check to make sure he didn’t end the call. “Meelz?” My name sounds like a prayer, almost like he is hoping that he isn’t imagining this moment.

“It’s me.”

“Are… are you okay?” I hate that he sounds scared to even speak to me in case I lose my shit at him again. I deserve for him to hate after everything I have put him through.

“Dad, I screwed up,” I admit.

“It’s okay, baby. Just tell me where you are and I’ll come to you… if you want.” After everything I have put him through, he is still willing to come rescue me. I close my eyes so the tears don’t fall.

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