Page 136 of His Prince

“You have no idea,” I reply and then smile as her hand slaps my face, my nose spurting blood.

“Shut up!Shut up!”

“If I don’t get to you first, he will. He’ll rip you apart. You don’t know him. You have no idea how he makes people love him. They’d follow him to the grave.”

She swings her hand back to slap me, and I grin at her. “So unlike your sister. She was nothing like him. He is a hundred times better.”

Before her hand can strike me, we hear gunshots and pounding feet above, shrieks and shouts.

“Fuck!” Daniil grunts as he tries to pull Mila away from me, but she refuses to leave, wrenching her arm away and pulling a gun from her jacket. She points it right at my head.

“I’m going to make him pay. I’m going to fucking end him!”

Her eyes are wild, her cheeks splotchy, and I just stare at her as chaos erupts above us.

In my heart, I know it’s him, and he’s brought reinforcements. My heart has never been so proud. My little Angel, my little devil.

He’s bringing the entire Earth to heel.

He’s making them bow down.

A smile quirks up my lips.

My prince.

Mila’s gun cocks, my fate sealed at this moment. But before she can fire it, the door bursts open and Dima appears, flanked by Angel and an old lady wearing a floral dress, a machine gun in her hands.

“Vera?” Daniil asks, but he’s cut off by the old woman shooting at him—missing, but making a point all the same.

“You messed up in the wrong city, Daniil,” Vera says and shakes her head, almost disappointed.

But I barely notice her. My eyes are on my husband. This beautiful man, who looks like an avenging angel come to save me. His eyes flash to mine and his nostrils flare in anger.

“You hurt him,” he growls, not even hesitating as he makes his way toward me. “You hurt Mikhail.”

Fear pulses through me as Mila swings the gun from me to him. She’s going to kill him, she’s going to fucking kill?—

“Don’t!” I shout, but Angel doesn’t even hesitate.

“Do you know who I am? Do you fucking know?” he growls, his eyes narrowed. He looks so beautiful, he positively glows.

Mila opens her mouth to respond, but he doesn’t allow it. He just lifts his gun and without warning, he shoots her. Half of her face explodes from the bullet, her body crumpling to the ground. Blood pours from her wound as the sound of Daniil’s cries echoes around the room. I see Daniil fall to his knees, Mila cradled in his arms as if cradling a lover, but Angel isn’t moved by the scene. He just stalks toward them and holds the gun up to Daniil’s head.

“I’m Angel Ivanov.”

Daniil pulls out his gun and points it at me, a shot ringing out, but Angel doesn’t hesitate. He pulls the trigger and Daniil’s skull opens up, red spilling onto the floor as his body slumps.

It’s then that I feel it, the searing pain.

“Fuck!” I grunt as Angel rushes toward me, his eyes wide, his face pale.

“Oh my god. He shot you. Mikhail! He got you. I should have waited. I shouldn’t have come on so strong?—”

I gasp as his fingers press against the wound on the right side of my chest.

“Angel,” I rasp just as Dima shouts that there’s a fire.

It’s chaos, the sounds of gunfire still resonating above, the smell of smoke suffocating in the small space, but all I can see is him.

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