Page 55 of Damned By His Angel

Once we get Kingsley sorted on the plane, Meelz and I take our seats while Knight helps Rook board. He looks like shit but I know he is just as eager to get home to his wife. His daughters even flew home from Rome to be there when he arrives. Unlike the others, Rook’s daughters are princesses and are spending time overseas with their boyfriends. I hear one of them is wanting to break into the fashion world and make a name for herself that way.

“Kingsley Billie Argyros.” I lull my head to the side and frown at my girl.

“Huh?” She smiles up at me. I’ll never tire of the sight of her looking at me like I hung the fucking moon.

“Her name. I want that to be her name.” My mouth pops open in surprise.

“Y-you want her to have my last name?” I rasp out.

She smirks. “I mean, her daddy better pop the question and make her momma an honest woman soon, or I’ll be the odd man out with a different last name?—”

“Marry me?” She throws her head back and laughs. “I’m serious,” I grit out.

She shakes her head and pats me on the chest with her good arm. “Nice try, Grizz. If you seriously think I would say yes to that half-assed proposal, then you are out of your fucking mind.”

“You best be asking my brother first or you won’t live long enough to buy your tux for the big day,” Knight calls out, causing Amelia to laugh again and me to huff out my annoyance, game on.

You’ll be an Argyros soon enough, angel, just watch.

It was fucking hard saying goodbye to my girls, I hate leaving them. The doctors gave Kingsley the all clear and requested she stay with them for another two weeks to monitor her little lungs. I wanted to argue but refrained, knowing this is the best place for her and the fact her mom is a doctor is also a bonus. Before I left though, I took Meelz to visit her mom. Fuck, Allison looks weak and a wreck. We were informed she died twice while they were operating, she said it wasn’t her time and refused to leave King behind to help raise her granddaughter on his own. That broke the tension and had everyone laughing.

Before I left, King promised to have Allison moved upstairs into the NICU unit so he could watch over all three of them, which eased some of my worries. Rook, of course, is being moved there as well, so the whole family will be on the same floor.

“You two really are identical.” I lull my head to the side to look at London, who is smiling at me and Artemis. He and I both frown.

“Are not!” we both say in unison, then glare at each other, which makes the evil she-devil laugh.

“You both have slings on and are wearing black,” she says.

“But I have a bigger cock,” Artemis says with a wink, which has me rolling my eyes.

“The fuck you do, asshole. I can prove we aren’t identical,” I say cockily, my brother’s face falls.

“If you pull your dick out in front of my girl I’ll shoot you!” he growls.

“Calm down, bitch face,” I snap.

“How can you prove it?” London asks.

I smile wickedly. “He has a scar that I don’t.”

Art scoffs. “Where is this scar you speak of dumbass?”

I snort. “Your back is covered in them.” His face falls again and London looks like she is about to stab me for teasing him about those but I push on. “But, I was referring to the one your darling girl gave you when she ran a knife through your chest.” His face turns red with anger but the sound of London’s laughter draws his attention to her.

“Something funny to you?” my brother grits out.

She waves him off. “You have to let that go, both of you,” she scolds.

“You fucking stabbed me!” he shouts.

She rolls her eyes. “It was barely a prick?—”

“I nearly died, London!”

“But you didn’t, did you?” I tune out their bickering, knowing this is their form of foreplay and I refuse to watch that shit unfold.

Seeing Bill again brought feelings back to light that I thought I had overcome—I guess grief hits you in stages and you can’t control when it happens. Embalming him wasn’t easy, he was someone I cared for deeply and having to pump his body full of chemicals sucked, but I did it. Beth helped me dress him and chose a casket, I refused to allow him to be buried in a standard pine box.

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