Page 42 of Damned By His Angel

“The old man would never have wanted it any other way,” I say trying to ease some of her pain.

“I waited. When they left, I drove the hearse up and placed him in the back. I couldn't leave him, boy! I couldn’t leave him there!” she screams. I pull back and cup her face between my hands, bending at the knees, making us eye level, so she can see the truth in my eyes.

“You did the right thing, Bethany. I would never have left… Amelia either.” Hearing my girl's name seems to be what brings her out of her grief for a moment.

“There was a woman?—”

King cuts in again. “Where is she?” he begs.

“She was strung up, we thought she was your angel.” I force myself to remain calm and not react. “She’s in a bad way.” I see King open his mouth out of the corner of my eye, and before he can utter a single word. I snap my head toward him.

“Push her again and I’ll throw your fucking ass out of here!” I snarl. Bishop, Gage, Vincent and the twins step forward, ready to defend their brother if need be. Royal, Kacey, Sin, Chaos, London and my brother subtly move toward my side as if they are preparing to take on their own family for me.

“I cut her down,” Beth whispers. Hope surges inside King’s eyes.

“Please, I am begging you, please tell me where she is?” Beth keeps her gaze on me as she answers King.

“Chiller,” she rasps out. I smile and place a kiss to her forehead, then turn to London ignoring the curious stares of the other’s.

“Comfort her.” London looks horrified and about to argue but I push on. “She’s important to me, Lon.” My words have her tampering down her disgust at having to console someone but to my surprise, Artemis cuts in front of London and comes to stand before me.

“Go, I got her, brother.” I pat him on the shoulder before I round the table. I shoulder past the Murdochs and grab the scruff of King’s shirt, pulling him along with me. He protests and tries to break free. I whirl around on him and get right in his face.

“Quit your bitching if you want to see your fucking wife!” My words have his face paling and his eyes widening. I don’t have the capacity to deal with his emotional damage right now. I continue onto the chiller, then gripping the handle I yank the door open. I have a second to lay eyes on Allison before King shoulders me out of the way and rushes inside.

“Ally!” he cries out as he reaches her side. In an instant, the chiller is filled with his brothers and Vincent. None of them look like they know what they are doing, so I push forward and hold two fingers against her throat feeling for her pulse. King holds his breath as he waits for me to announce if the love of his life still lives.

I meet his gaze and nod. He deflates and drops down beside her battered body, her face busted and her pulse weak. I peel the red blanket back from her body and hiss at the sight of two knives sticking out of her stomach.

“Fuck, Luka get me a chopper!” Bishop roars as he moves forward to catch King before he falls to his knees. Rook and Knight shift to try and grab the gurney but I pin them with a look that has them halting. Vin and Gage move in closer.

“Before she can be moved we need to stabilize the knives.”

“You think you're a fucking doctor now?” Rook bites out.

“I’m an undertaker, dumbass, I’m also about to marry a doctor, one who may have taught me some fucking things so you can either listen or kill your sister-in-law, choose?” The twins' faces slacken, Gage and Vin both cut them out as they come to stand opposite me. Bishop enlists the help of Knight to drag King out of the room, he’s fighting with everything he has to get back to his wife’s side.

“You do whatever you have to, just save her,” Gage implores me.

“We save her and then all of you are going to help me find my girls,” I grit out.

“You have our word, our services are at your disposal, Cronos,” Vincent answers without missing a beat.

Cronos

I managed to wrap the knives to keep them stable with the help of Gage and Vincent. The three of us are wheeling her out front where the medivac chopper is waiting, clearly the Murdochs have forgone the no hospital rule. Before we can exit the building, King darts in front of us, forcing the three of us to a stop. He rounds the side of the gurney and gently lifts his wife's hand and places a kiss to the back of it.

“This isn’t how our story ends, Ally,” he whispers. “I’m gonna find our daughter and bring her home, then we’re all going to disappear for a while. I'm so sorry I couldn't keep my promise, baby. I failed you and I just hope you can forgive me because I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist, Allison.” I feel like I’m intruding on a private moment, I can see King is torn between going with his wife and helping track down his daughter.

“Go with her, we’ll go after Amelia,” Gage offers but King shakes his head, keeping his gaze on his wife.

“If she finds out I didn’t go after our baby girl, she’ll murder me herself,” he answers, then places a kiss on her lips. “I got it, kid,” he mutters as he pushes me back and takes my spot, the three of them wheeling her out front to meet the chopper.

“Nos?” I spin around to see London standing there looking uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?”

“She keeps crying and I don’t know what to do. Artemis is trying to console her but she knows he isn’t you.”

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