Page 40 of Damned By His Angel

“Fuck you, King!” I snap.

“If anything has happened to them, I’ll fucking kill you,” he declares.

“You can fucking try,” I force out through clenched teeth. When he finally turns into my driveway, my stomach sinks. There are cars everywhere. At the sound of our arrival everyone turns toward us with guns raised. King doesn’t let off the gas until we are near the front of the cabin. I lock my knees, expecting him to plough through his family and my house, until he slams on the brakes and sends us both propelling forward only to be jerked back by our belts. He and I both leap out of the car and rush toward Bishop and the rest of his brother’s. London and Artemis stand by her father, aunt and uncle. She breaks away from the others and runs to me. I embrace her quickly before pushing her back and darting my gaze around.

“Where are they?” I ask.

“Where the fuck is my wife?” King roars so loud that everyone goes silent, no one even dares move.

“King—”

“Where is she, Bishop?” he yells right in the Don’s face. Bishop purses his lips and steps aside. The rest of the family follows his lead and the sight has me stumbling back a step. Blood coats my porch, ropes hang from the rafters as if they had someone tied there. “Nooooooo!” King screams as he drops to his knees. My mouth parts on a gasp at the sight of a human heart sitting there in the center of the porch. “Ahhhhhh, no, no, not my girls!” he screams, everyone feeling his pain.

My chest feels like it’s cracking open.

I expected this to be like a movie, you know how you think the hero won’t make it in time but something happens and then they do and they save the day, but this isn’t a fucking movie and that is a real heart.

Amelia

I managed to escape through the bedroom window. I didn’t make it more than a few hundred meters before I was captured. I tried to fight the bastard off but the threat of him punching my stomach had me stopping my struggle and allowing him to lead me toward the front of the house where Colson and all his men stood facing off against my mom.

She looks like a badass with both her guns raised and aimed at the fucker that tried to break me, but the instant she spots me she falters. Fear enters her eyes when Colson steps toward me and runs the back of his knuckles against my cheek. I shudder in revulsion.

“Drop the guns and I promise I won’t hurt your daughter,” the bastard says as he comes to stand in front of me, giving my mom his back like he knows she won’t refuse or shoot him.

“Touch her and I’ll kill you,” Mom promises.

Colson’s eyes darken as he smiles at me. I press back into the fucker holding me, trying to get as far from him as I can. “Do that and my men have orders to cut that baby out of the bitch and slit its throat in front of your husband.” My eyes widen and my jaw unhinges.

“You are fucking sick!” I seethe.

He ignores me as he speaks to my mother. “Now, Allison, or she dies.” As if to prove his point he pulls a gun from the holster under his jacket and presses it against my forehead. I refuse to cower under the pressure of his gaze or the barrel pressed against my head.

“Pull the trigger and do us both a favor,” I sneer.

“Amelia!” Mom shouts but I ignore her as I push on.

“You don’t scare me. You are nothing but a sad little boy who is trying to play dress up and act like he is someone important, but let’s be real. You don’t hate my father because he killed your family, you hate Daddy because you know you will never be half the man he is.” The moment a shadow falls over his face I brace for him to strike me, but what I don’t expect is for him to punch me in the stomach, endangering the child he created with me. I fall to my knees, gasping and clutching my stomach.

“Leave her alone!” Mom screams. I flick my gaze to her to see her toss her guns away. I try to speak through the pain to tell her to run but pain is exploding in my stomach. I cry out when a wave of intense pain tears through me.

“Take her and throw her ass in the back of the van.” Two men lift me by my arms at Colson’s orders. I cry out when they haul me to my feet.

“Don’t fucking hurt her!” Mom screams. I can’t even push through the pain to look back at her. I have never experienced pain like this before. Don’t get me wrong, I have fought in the ring and have been trained from a young age to fight so I have taken some hits, but this feels different—I can tell something is wrong. The bastards toss me into the van. I manage to twist at the last second to land on my side. I curl into a ball and grit my teeth as another wave of pain rushes through me.

Through the haze of pain, I feel something prick the side of my neck. I peer out of the corner of my eye to a man smirking down at me. I flinch when he yanks the needle out of the side of my neck.

“Sleep tight, bitch, we’ll play with you after we kill your mommy.” I open my mouth to curse him out but no words come. I begin to feel sluggish and that’s when I realize the fucker just gave me a sedative.

Please don’t let my mom or baby die, Dad, is the last thought I have before everything goes black and I pray everyone got my messages.

Cronos

Mayhem.

Madness.

Pain.

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