Page 51 of Damned By His Angel

“If you had paid closer attention, you would have seen the signs.”

“What fucking signs?” I scream.

“How did he know when you worked late? When you changed your shifts? When you were somewhere you weren’t supposed to be?” My jaw unhinges as her implications sink in.

“You were his spy?” I mumble.

“No, not a spy, just a big sister helping her little brother out.” My brows raise in surprise. “You see, the day my family died, I was at my friend’s so I wasn’t in the car. It took me years to find Colson through the foster system. When I did find him, we promised we would do whatever it took to avenge our family and now we are finally about to fulfill that promise.” She flicks her gaze to the two nurses. “Take the kid, meet me at the elevator.”

“Take that baby and I swear your ending will not be swift or painless,” Cronos vows.

“Fucking hell,” Kim snaps, then shoots the blonde one in the center of her eyes, the raven-haired one screams and begins to plead for her life.

“Take the fucking kid now or you join your friend.” She shoots us a regretful look, before shakily wheeling the incubator out.

“Please!” I scream. “Take me, she means nothing to my father. If you kill me?—”

“Angel, no!” I ignore Cronos as I push on.

“You will destroy King Murdoch if you kill me. You already killed his wife, he doesn't care about that baby.” I’m taking a calculated risk here, I have no idea if they know my mom survived or not, but the fact Nos only told me about it, I suspect I am right when Kim purses her lips. She doesn’t get a chance to respond as the pain returns tenfold and rips through me, forcing me to push.

Labor fucking sucks!

“Nice try,” Kim snickers. “Follow us and I put a bullet in the kids head, if your father hadn’t killed my family things may have been different.” As the two of them rush out of the room, I push with everything I have to get this fucking thing out of me so I can go after my baby. I just hope I don’t have a sticky placenta and it gets stuck. The second they exit the room, Nos moves from behind and retrieves both his Glock’s from the corner,

“Go!” I grit out as I feel the placenta pass, the pain I’m in is minimal compared to the worry churning inside me over the safety of my daughter. It’s only now I register that gun fire is still happening outside. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and cringe at the sight of the placenta and all the blood on the bed. My yellow gown is instantly soaked in my own blood as I stand shakily. Cronos is at my side in an instant, wrapping an arm around my waist as blood trickles down my thighs.

“Can you walk?”

“Yes, just leave me and go after Kingsley,” I beg.

“I can’t leave you, Amelia, please don’t ask me to choose between you both right now.” I hate that I understand his fear, I don’t waste time fighting. I limp beside him as he leads me to the door. Before we can exit, he hands me one of his guns. I take it without hesitation.

“You know how to shoot?—”

“I’m a Murdoch, of course I know how to fucking shoot!” He pulls the door open and then we move. I have my gun raised and ready to kill any son of a bitch that gets between me and my daughter. This bloodlust is new for me, I have never wanted to harm anyone like this in my life. Maybe I was scared to embrace who I truly am because deep down inside, I always knew there was darkness inside me begging to be released. We round a corner and Cronos fires a shot. Before I can even blink, a man falls to the ground. “How did you know he wasn’t one of ours?”

“I didn’t but I’m not taking any chances with your safety.” I balk up at him.

“You’re kidding, right?” I snap as we move forward.

“Yes, Bishop instructed all his men to have green on their vests and he didn’t.” Relief washes over me, I would fucking hate for him to have been serious and accidentally shoot one of my cousins or something. My eyes widen when I see Kim push the incubator with my screaming baby into the elevator. I raise my gun ready to shoot the cunt but she shifts and ducks inside. Nos smacks my gun just as I pull the trigger.

“You do not take an uncalculated risk when it concerns Kingsley’s safety. Do not take a shot without a guarantee, am I clear?” This is the first time he has ever spoken to me like this. I nod my head, unable to form words as he drags me toward the elevators.

Cronos

I help Meelz into the metal box and press the basement level. I push her into the corner near the front, making sure she is shielded and then hand her my spare mag. I look down and curse beneath my breath at the sight of the blood pooling between her legs. Without thinking I grip her face between my hands and kiss her. She melts into me instantly. I pull back and stare deep into her green eyes.

“No matter what happens, you stay the fuck alive, okay?” She nods. “I need the words.”

“I’ll stay alive,” she whispers as I pull away and mimic her position on the other side, we have three floors to go. I shoot a quick text to Royal and Bishop telling them to get to the basement.

“When those doors open?—”

“I know what I’m doing, Nos. I may not have liked being a Murdoch, but it doesn’t mean I don't know how to be one.” Just as the ding sounds out announcing our arrival, she calls out, “I got left.” Bullets whizz past us and pierce the back of the metal box. I press in closer to the wall and wait for them to reload, then shoot her a nod as we both step out and prepare to fire, but both freeze at the sight of King on his knees with Rook and Knight on either side of him. Colson stands behind King with a gun pressed to the back of his head. I look them over and wince at the sight of Rook clutching his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. Knight looks just as bad as his twin with blood soaking through his shirt. King on the other hand, his lip, nose and brow are all split and bleeding.

“Drop the gun, Amelia, now.” She cranes her neck to see Kim with the help of two of Colson’s men lifting Kingsley and her plastic crib into the Ambulance that is parked behind that fucker. She takes too long to comply, so he shifts his gun and shoots King through the shoulder. He cries out and hunches forward. Amelia screams and tosses her gun forward so it rests in the middle of us and them. I do the same. Colson pulls King up by his hair, the poor fucker winces and grinds his teeth, putting on a brave face for his daughter.

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