Page 39 of Damned By His Angel

“Love them both enough for the both of us, I’ll always love you.” Before King can reply, the call ends.

“Allison?” he screams. “Ally?” I drop my gaze to my lap as I fight to keep my own emotions in check. “Allison, baby?”

“King—”

“Call her back now!” he roars. Knowing he won’t listen to reason, I try to call her back but it goes to voicemail. “Call again!” I do as he asks and continue to do it three more times before an incoming call stops me. I hit answer.

“Is my brother with you?” Bishop’s deep voice fills the car.

“B?” King whispers brokenly. I peer over at him to see tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Where are you, brother?” Bishop’s tone softens slightly but not much, he knows he needs to be strong for his brother.

When King doesn’t answer, I do it for him. “Heading to the airport.”

“I have a plane there waiting to take you both to Minnesota. We’re enroute there now.”

“How did you know?” I ask.

“My niece alerted us, we’re all coming, King, I’ll be there, brother,” Bishop vows.

“B, I can’t?—”

Bishop cuts his brother off before he can continue. “Don’t! You just get the fuck here and then we go to war. They are your wife and daughter but they are also our nieces and sister. We protect our own.” Bishop ends the call without another word. I place another call, it rings twice before she answers.

“I’m coming, Nos!” London says, her voice is laced with rage.

“He has them,” I mutter.

“Not for long, the Murdochs, Memento Mori and Godfather’s are all coming, Cronos. My Dad has called Knox and Waverly, both of them have locked their borders. The Re Della Strada is coming but Taylan is leading them. Knox can’t leave his wife and nor can Xander, Trey and Wave.” I had heard that Lakeland wasn’t doing well with this pregnancy and is high risk. Taylan coming means he is no doubt bringing his girl with him, he won’t leave her at college unprotected.

“Lon—”

“No. This is not the same thing as before. Unlike last time, you and Artemis aren’t on your own, you have me and the rest of my family with you. We will save them. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you,” I whisper.

“Is Royal with you?” King cuts in and asks.

“No, him, Mom, Uncle Chaos, Aunt Sin and Uncle Kacey will be the first to arrive. They were only a couple of hours away on business. Aunt Cass is still in Miami with the twins,” she answers. How she can lock her emotions down so well I will never understand.

The entire plane ride is agony. King and I are both antsy and trying not to jump out of our skin. Every minute feels like a fucking hour. The second we land, we don’t even wait for the plane to stop moving down the tarmac before we both leap out of our seats and wait at the fucking door for the hostess to open it. The local airport here is tiny as fuck, and barely has any flights coming in or out of it.

We may be injured but neither of us can feel a lick of pain through the adrenaline coursing through our veins. There is a driver waiting for us. King shoulders the guy out of the way and climbs behind the wheel of the Hellcat Durango. I barely make it inside the car before he is planting his foot on the gas.

“Tell me where the fuck to go!” he snarls over the roar of the powerful engine. This fucking car is a beast and is eating up the road like a bat out of hell.

“Keep heading straight for a few miles then you're gonna turn left into the town.” King drives like he is fucking Mad Max. I grab the oh shit handle and hang on for dear fucking life as he takes each turn, the SUV handling the beating he is putting it through like a fucking champ. The closer we get to the town the more I grow anxious, no one has called since I spoke to London. A part of me thinks it may be a good thing and they arrived in time but then another part is scared that they don’t want to deliver the news over the phone. “Left!”

King jerks the wheel and the ass end of the SUV skids out behind us, gravel flicking up around us but neither of us care as he plants his foot—at this time the town is usually quiet so no one should be on the road, hopefully.

“Take a right, here,” I bark out.

“How far?”

“A mile.”

“You couldn’t choose anywhere further fucking out, could you?” he growls.

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