Page 46 of Damned By His Angel

“Lon, you know that fucker hurt Amelia, right?” I ask. London doesn’t do emotions so this is a subject we need to tend to gently or she will clam up and go on a rampage just to prove she has bigger balls than any man.

“Yeah, well, she hurt you too.” I sigh and scrub a hand down my face.

“You know she’s your aunt, right?” King growls.

“Not by choice.” London mutters.

Before anyone can butt in I push on. “London, I love you. You are my best fucking friend but you have to let this shit with Amelia go.” Her eyes narrow. “She is important to me and as much as you love me, you love Artemis more, right?”

I can see she doesn’t want to answer but when my twin clears his throat she has no choice. “Yes,” she grits out.

“Well, I feel the same way about her, Lon. Her and Kingsley are the most important people in this world to me and I will do whatever it takes to get them both back. I need you to let go of the past and accept what this is because she is my future, and I want you to be in my life, but not if you keep hating her. I won’t raise Kingsley like that.”

Her gaze waivers slightly, which is the only sign I get that my words have hurt her and I feel like a dick for doing it, but she has to know that Amelia is it for me and I won’t allow anyone to shame her or make her feel anything less than the fucking queen she is.

“Fine. But if she ever hurts you again, kid or not, I am going to beat her ass.” Both King and Vin snort.

“You do know she has years of training on you and put my daughter on her ass, right?” Vincent says. London scrunches her face and shoots him a sour look. Artemis being the pussy pleaser he is, wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her in close.

“I think you could take her, babe,” my twin says.

“And I think you could take a bullet from Royal but I guess we both know the outcome of either of those situations for sure,” King adds, earning a cough laugh from Vin while I mask my own laughter. My brother may be marrying the heiress, but he still cops shit from her family daily. It doesn’t matter if he is the Don of the Greeks, or the reason London is alive today and stepping up to take over when the time comes. He will always take shit from them because that is just the relationship he has with his future in-laws and I guess… they will also be mine someday too.

It’s strange to think like that. I never once thought I would put a ring on anyone’s finger after Aida and yet with Meelz, it feels like the right next step to take. She isn’t like most girls and I know the age gap between us puts me years behind her, but it has never bothered me. At the start it was her that tried to push me away and told me to find someone my own age, but what she didn’t realize was age is nothing but a number. I plan to spend the rest of my years showing her how much I love her and will never allow her to see herself as anything less than perfect.

It’s been too long since her and I spent a night tangled up in the sheets and fucking like wild animals. She may tease me about my age but she fucking loves how my stamina rivals anyone else she has been with before.

My thoughts are halted when we pull up in front of one of Costa’s old houses. We chose to stay here rather than buying a new house and drawing suspicion, in case Colson is monitoring the market. Artemis and I haven’t been back here since we left Switzerland, this home holds no good memories for us or any memories really. I spent as little time here as I possibly could. That fucker was never my father, he just happened to be the human whose nut sack I came from.

Artemis lets us out and the others fan out to make sure the house is clear, not trusting my brother or his men who already went ahead and scouted the place out. I smile to myself, knowing Royal is only doing this to fuck with him but I can tell it pisses my twin off to constantly be under minded.

I head into the kitchen to wait for the others, I’m itching to get the fuck out there and start tracking. I know a lot of this mission is resting on Chaos, Sin and Vincent. They are the best trackers the Murdochs have and Vincent’s skills are unmatched by anyone except his own daughter, who managed to evade him and earn the name Hellhound. No one around the world knows Vincent Murelo’s true identity, except for those in his close circle. To the rest of the world he is known as the Bloodhound, he is the man you send in when everyone and everything else fails to take down your enemy.

“Where can I set up?” Vin asks.

I wave my arms around the room. “Wherever the fuck you want, this place is at your disposal.” He nods and waves over two guards, who carry bags and suitcases, then lines them up on the giant size dining table. He pulls out wires, cords, screens and so much other shit I lose track. Sin and Chaos come to lend a hand while the rest of us stand around the room—it's fucking infuriating having to wait for someone else. I hate not having control and being the one knowing everything.

“Okay, I’ll narrow down the feeds for the airport and any private airstrip, you two take the northern and southern routes and I’ll take the eastern and?—”

“Give me the north.” My brows raise in surprise at London’s declaration, she lifts her head and shoots me a wink. Vincent hands her the other laptop as she takes a seat between Chaos and Sin. I watch them with rapt attention as they push so many keys on the keyboard I lose track.

“Do you mean what you said?” I look to the side and raise a brow at Royal.

“About?”

“London told me what you said about Meelz in the car.” Bishop comes to stand behind his son, I get the feeling he is only here to try and intimidate me, so I nip that shit right in the ass before they can continue.

“I meant every word. You know I love London, always have and always will, I’ll protect her with my life.”

“I was talking about what you said about Amelia.”

“My relationship with her is none of your concern, Royal.”

“It may not be his but it is mine. We all helped raise that girl. She will always be special to my family as the first child. You break her heart and I’ll break your fucking neck,” Bishop threatens.

“I got a positive ID!” Sin calls out, ending our conversation as we all rush to her and fight to peer over her shoulder.

“Unless all you dumbasses want her to shoot you, back the fuck up and give her some space!” Kacey shouts. Given how well everyone knows Chanel and how short her fuse is, we all take a step back and allow Kacey to move forward and stand behind her. “Do you, Sin.”

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