Page 34 of Damned By His Angel

“Why did you send him away?” I ask brokenly as I collapse in my dad’s hold. He lowers us to the ground gently. My back rests against his chest and his arms still remain around me.

“I didn’t. I planned to be the one to do it, but he refused and told me that if I was the one to go after Colson even if you said it was okay… I would lose you for good. Call me selfish, Meelz, but I feel like I just got my daughter back and I couldn’t risk losing you again. I know you hate this life and loathe the part I play in this mafia world but believe me when I tell you, I do all of this for you and your mother.”

Before I can stop it the question bursts out of me. “If I asked you to choose, what would your choice be?”

“You. Always you, Amelia,” he answers without hesitation.

Cronos

Eight weeks later…

“She isn’t coping, Cronos. Put a bullet in the cocksucker's head and then get your ass back here!” King snarls down the phone. I roll my eyes at his dramatics.

“How the fuck do I kill this cunt when I can’t fucking find him?” I snap back. Vincent, Koby, Knight, Chanel, Chaos and even Artemis have been trying to track this cunt down, hacking into every camera in the city, trying to find him. His Tech company is now nothing but ash. His security firm was to be blown to pieces, but the building was empty. No sign of life or anything inside, but a quick search told me that the fucking place is still being paid for. I’ve spent the past two weeks trying to track down the owner of the building to get intel from him but he’s somehow vanished into thin air as well.

“Where are you?”

“Parked out front of the fucker’s security building waiting for—” I’m cut off by the sound of knocking on the window. When I see who it is I growl. “Smooth,” I grit out before pushing the button to unlock the doors and ending the call. King slips into the seat beside me, like this is fucking normal. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“You’re taking too long and the fact we have been shot at twice collecting product and guns from the ports isn’t working out well for my brothers. Be thankful it's me here and not Bishop.”

I scoff. “I’m not thankful for any of you!” King pins me with a glare but I ignore it. “You should be back in New York looking after Amelia and making sure she is okay?—”

“She left yesterday to go back to Minnesota.”

I reel back so hard, I smack into my door. “What?” I yell.

He grinds his teeth as if this is pissing him off just as much as me. “She refused to have the baby in New York and said she wanted to return home.” I grit my teeth so fucking hard my jaw begins to ache. I lift my phone and hit her number, it rings twice before she picks up. King and I remain in a stare off.

“Now, after all this time you want to fucking call?—”

“I told you to stay the fuck in New York!”

“Yeah, well, you weren’t there to stop me now, were you?” My nostrils flare in anger.

“Amelia—”

“Cronos!” Regardless of how angry I am with her, just hearing her voice and the way she is sassing me shows that she is finally starting to find her old self again and that has pride swelling inside me.

“Don’t push me, angel.” King’s eyes narrow at my pet name for his daughter.

“I’d do a lot more to you but… oh, wait that’s right, you’re not here!”

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Someone seems like they chose violence when they woke up today,” I tease.

“This someone can’t even see their own toes or put socks on anymore, so I am violent every day!”

My anger vanishes. “I bet you still look beautiful though.” King makes a disgruntled sound and tears his gaze from mine.

“I look like a house.”

“A house I would love to live inside of,” I answer without thought, until King snaps his head toward me and bares his teeth.

“I’ll punch you in your fucking throat, asshole,” he vows. I can’t help the laughter that breaks free.

“Is that my dad?” The sound of her voice cuts my laughter short.

“Yup,” I say, making sure to pop the ‘p’ so she knows I am just as shocked about her father’s arrival as I am sure she is.

---