Page 85 of Demon's Angel

“Not when she’s going to be carrying my child. But after? Hmm. An idea with possibilities, my love.”

I shudder, just listening to this discussion. It’s time I stepped in. I can make threats of my own. “Demon’s going to kill you, you know that, don’t you?”

“Not now that he’s given me even more reason to take him out first. Satan’s Devils have started a war. Trouble for them, what they’ve done is broughtilfamigliatogether. The Silvestri don’t take the death of their boss lying down.”

“You said you hadn’t killed your father…”

His laugh is pure evil. “I didn’t have to hold the gun to make sure he was dead. Your new husband did that for me.”

Demon. What have you done?

I don’t need to ask the question, which he takes great delight in answering as if I had voiced it. “Your locket led them to my father. Obviously you weren’t there, so, in a fit of rage the Devils killed my father and all of his men.”

“That’s not true.”

“You better believe it.” He smirks. “It was my plan, and it worked like a charm. Not a single hitch. Out with the old boss, meet the new boss.” He points to himself, “Me.”

He’s worse than I thought.“You’re pleased your father is dead?” I ask incredulously, wondering if it can really be true and that Demon’s committed mass murder. Something seems off. “But, your brother. All this is because you want retaliation for your brother’s death. If he’d been alive, he’d be next in line; you’d have to have killed him too, to become boss.”

He shakes his head. “Not necessarily.” I notice he doesn’t rule it out. “There has to be a vote. But with all the sympathy coming my way, and the strength I’ll show wiping out the Devils and thus extending our territory, the vote will be a formality.”

“Why are you talking to her?” Vitalia asks. She doesn’t seem jealous at the thought that if he has his way she’ll be sharing his cock with me, but she doesn’t seem to like him paying me attention.

Hmm. Is there something I can use there?

“You must have come up with that plan very quickly. You couldn’t have known the locket had a tracker in it. Even I hadn’t been aware of that.” I look down at my feet, knowing that Demon had tried to protect me. It had been a good idea but had failed.

“I’d already had a plan to lay a trail to my father. But as it turned out everything worked liked a dream. I suspected Demon may be tracking you. Our equipment showed we were right. Demon followed where that scrap of useless jewellery he’d given you had gone.”

“Clever.” The word almost sticks in my throat, but I get a sense of satisfaction when Vitalia throws an intense look full of hatred toward me.

“Boss?” A voice comes from outside the room.

Angel turns and opens the door. “Yeah?” There’s a quiet mumbling in the hallway, half in Italian which I don’t understand. But his wife does. Her expression grows concerned. When the sound of footsteps can be heard fading, and Angel turns, she puts her hand out to him.

“You go. You knew you’d have to take the reins. Now Lucio is dead, they need someone to lead.”

“Thecapi…”

“Are on your side. You need to divulge your plans. You know how we discussed this. Hit back immediately. Show you’re prepared when others are not. Don’t let anyone try to seize control. Be the true leader you are, Angelino. Go.CapoFerri will waiting for you.”

Angelino looks almost loving as he smiles at his wife, then, with a sneer, he turns to me. “We’ll have to continue this conversation later. Now I have to arrange a retaliatory attack on your husband’s clubhouse. Seems a nice afternoon to blow something up.

My jaw drops in horror. “Theo?” I say fast. “Theo’s at the compound.”

He shrugs. “Collateral damage.”

I fly across the room, my hands striking him, fingernails raking down his face. “You can’t! You fucking bastard. I’ll kill you.” He staggers back with the unexpected force of my attack, throwing his arm out to catch the doorframe to regain his balance.

“Get off him, you bitch.”

Vitalia’s trying to pull me off him by my hair. A hard smack to my face combined with her tugs gets me falling backward, but not quickly enough to prevent the fist thrown hard into my stomach. Crashing to my knees, I bend double, gasping for breath. It’s while I’m down, trying to recover, that they leave. When I can at last pull myself to my feet, I’m alone.

“Theo!” I scream at the top of my voice, tears falling down my face. In my mind I’m picturing the clubhouse exploding, fire tearing through and my son, my lovely boy… Too young to protect himself. “Nooooo.”

My lungs struggle to get oxygen, but not from physical pain, from the sheer terror of losing my son. I don’t understand how Angel can be so callous; there’s a good chance Theo’s his too. His lack of concern goes to prove a son to him is a commodity, not something to be cared for and cherished.

Lightheaded, I collapse down to the floor, resting my head in my hands, trying to focus through my horror and mental pain.What can I do?I can’t warn Demon. Demon’s focus will be on finding me.Surely he must realise the Devils are at risk now he’s killed their leader?

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