Leaving my family for my kids dad

Chapter Sixty Three

Angel Bella’s POV

Dad and my uncle didn’t come home that evening. They would spend the night in the safe house. Safe house. What a name for a house to torture enemies.

After Gabriel had made sure I was okay, he drove back there as well. Maybe they were worried Lord Erik might manage to escape or maybe they wanted to keep torturing him throughout the night. Probably the latter.

I grabbed a bag and packed a few things for

Jemima and Jordan. Then I walked down into the basement where we kept our weapons as well as other necessities in case of an attack. I perused the display of guns and knives. I strapped a gun holster to my chest over my T-shirt. It allowed me to strap a gun and a knife to my sides as well as another gun to my back. Just to be on the safe side, I added a knife holster to my calf.

I had chosen loose linen pants for the occasion just for that purpose. After that I rummaged through the medical supplies. Gabriel had explained everything to me so I was prepared if something happened, not so I could use it against them. I grabbed a syringe with adrenaline and one with a sedative. After I’d put on my thick cardigan, I stuffed the syringes into its pockets and returned upstairs.

It was quiet in the house. Belsa was probably reading in her room before bed, and Mom was most likely doing the Gabe.

The bodyguards were in their quarters in the back of the house, and two were guarding the fence surrounding the garden. I put on comfortable sneakers then headed for the nursery.

I considered going to my mother, saying goodbye, apologizing for what I was about to do, but words would never be enough to explain my betrayal. Words were too insignificant. They would never understand. I’d try to call her later, once we were safe.

Lifting the bag over one shoulder, I grabbed Jordan and Jemima before I made my way out of the nursery, moving quietly.

I froze when I spotted Belsa standing in her doorway in her pink nightgown, brown hair disheveled. Her eyes took in everything and a small frown drew her brows together. “Where are you going?”

I considered what to tell her, how to explain to my twin sister what I had done and was about to do. “I’m leaving. I have to.”

Belsa ’s eyes widened, and she padded toward me with bare feet. “Because of Jemima and Jordan?

”

I nodded. She was young but she wasn’t as oblivious as we all wanted to believe. She stopped right in front of me. “You’re leaving us.”

I swallowed hard. “I have to, ladybug. For my babies. I want them to be safe and happy. I need to protect them from the whispers.”

Belsa regarded my twins. She leaned forward and kissed each of them on the cheek, her eyes filling with tears as she peered up at me. My heart clenched tightly. “I know what people say about them, and I hate it. But I don’t want you to go ...” Her voice broke.

“I know.” I tried to hold back my emotions. “Give me a hug.”

She wrapped her arms around me and the twins, and we remained like that for a moment. “Don’t tell anyone, please.”

She pulled back with a knowing look. “You’re going to return to their father?”

I nodded, a half-truth, but Belsa didn’t need to know that our family and her future husband were currently torturing the man she was referring to.

“Do you love him?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. Belsa looked confused for a moment, but then she nodded, biting her lip, more tears gathering in her eyes. “Dad won’t allow me to see you anymore, will he?

”

I swallowed. “I hope one day he’ll understand.”

“I’ll miss you.

”

“I’ll miss you too. I’ll try to contact you. Remember I love you.”

She nodded, tears trailing down her cheeks. I quickly turned before I

lost it. I could feel Belsa ’s eyes on me as I walked downstairs. The light from upstairs illuminated my path as I headed into the garage.

I put Jordan and Jemima into their car seats then slipped behind the steering wheel. The guns were digging uncomfortably into my back and side. The garage door slid up, and I pulled out and steered the car down the long driveway. I pressed the button for the gate and it opened.

A guard stepped in front of the gate, and I had to pull to a stop or run him over.

The windows were tinted, so he couldn’t see the kids on the backseat. I let down the window a gap.

“Miss Bella , nobody informed us you’d be leaving.”

“I’m informing you now,” I said firmly.

He frowned. “I’ll have to ask the boss.”

I scowled. “Get out of my way. I’m driving over to the safe house to kill the man who raped and tortured me.”

His eyes grew wide, and he lowered his gaze, the shame of all the soldiers reflecting clearly on his face. “I’ll have to make a quick call.”

He lifted his phone to his ear, and I considered hitting the gas. He lowered the phone, touched the screen again then lifted it once more. “Gabe uel, I can’t reach your father. Your sister is at the gate, trying to leave.”He held the phone out to me. I took it with a glare.

“BELLA , what’s going on?”

“Tell him to let me leave.”

“BELLA .”

“I’m coming over. I need to ... I need to see what you’re doing. You owe it to me, Gabe .”

Guilt sliced through me, but I shoved it back.

“You should take a bodyguard with you.”

“Gabe ,” I whispered harshly. “Let me leave. Do you want me to beg?

I’ve done enough of that, trust me.” A lie, one I’d never wanted to use on Gabe uel.

He sighed.

“Okay. But right now we’re not doing anything. Dad, Rapheal , and Dante are catching some shut-eye. It’s been a long day.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Let them sleep for now. They don’t need to know I’m coming over yet. You know how Dad can be.”

I handed the phone back to the guard and after an order from my brother, he BELLA lly let me through Gabriel was waiting for me outside the safe house when I pulled up. I programmed the heating so it would keep the car warm for my babies before I exited

. Gabriel regarded me with a deep frown. He was wearing a different shirt than last time I saw him, and as I got closer, I noticed the red under his fingernails.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and for a moment I tensed because I worried he could feel the holster, but his arm was too high up and my cardigan too thick. He led me inside. My eyes searched the main area.

“They’re in the sleep area upstairs. Do you want me to wake them?”

“No,” I said quickly. My eyes were drawn to the screen. It showed Lord Erik lying on the floor, not moving. I tried to gauge the angle. Gabriel followed my gaze. “We’ll continue in about an hour.”

I raised my eyes to his. Dark shadows spread under his eyes. “You look like you should get some sleep

.”

“Someone’s got to keep watch.”

“He doesn’t look like he can do anything.”

Gabe uel’s lips curled. “He’s a tough fucker.” His expression softened.

“But we’ll get him to beg. At some point, even he will break.”

I doubted it but we’d never find out. “Do you have something to drink

for me?”

Gabriel nodded and walked over to the table in the corner. I took out the

syringe before I followed him. “Water okay?” he asked as I stopped close beside him.

I touched his chest. “I’m sorry, Gabe .” His brows snapped together in confusion, and I shoved the needle into his thigh

.

Gabe jerked. “BELLA ? What?” But he was already staggering, his eyelids drooping. I clung to him, trying to stop him from falling and injuring himself, but he was too heavy. He sank to the ground. His eyes began to lose focus. I bent over him and kissed his forehead

. “I hope you’ll forgive me one day.”