An Angel Saved Me
Chapter Sixty Seven
Lord Erik’s POV
I felt like shit, cotton mouth and a full-body ache. Peeling my eyes open, I found Ibash staring at me. “You asshole. You gave me pain meds and some kind of fucking sedative.”
“Your body needed it.”
I tried to sit up but my body was very averse to the idea. I struggled and shot Ibash a death glare when he tried to help me. Eventually, I managed to sit against the headboard, every fucking inch of my body throbbing fiercely. Most of my upper body and arms were covered with bandages.
Ibash sat on the edge of my bed. “You looked like shit when Angel Bella brought you to us.”
Angel Bella had saved my life. The woman I’d kidnapped, she’d saved my fucking life. “For a second I thought I dreamed up the whole shit, but the way my body screams with agony tells me it’s true,” I got out.
“They almost killed you, and they would have if Angel Bella hadn’t gotten you out.”
“Where is she?” I asked, ignoring the way my chest hollowed at the thought that she wasn’t in Hades after all.
“Downstairs,” Ibash said slowly, his eyes searching mine. “With your children.”
“My children,” I repeated, trying to make sense of the words, trying to fucking understand that I was a father. Jemima and Jordan . “Fuck,” I breathed.
“It’s like looking at a baby version of you,” Ibash said with a disbelieving look.
“Make sure they have everything they need. No matter what Angel Bella says she needs, you get it for her.”
Ibash nodded. “She’s here to protect her children because the Outfit didn’t accept them. Not because of you.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t care why she’s here. All that matters is that she is. I told you before, I don’t have a fucking heart that can be broken, or have you forgotten?”
Ibash touched my shoulder lightly. “I know you better than anyone else, Remo. Or have you forgotten?”
“That’s why you’re so good at pissing me off.”
“Do you want me to get her?”I nodded. I didn’t think I’d ever wanted anything more. I would havegone through days of torture, through weeks of it, to see Angel Bella . That she saved me? Fuck, I’d never considered it an option.
After she’d told me she wouldn’t give me her forgiveness, I’d resigned myself to the fact that she wanted me dead, that she wanted to see me suffer. I deserved it. There was no fucking question about it. I knew what I was.
There wasn’t anything white about me, very little gray, and a ton of black. And yet she was here.
She was here with our children.
I tried to imagine them, but I couldn’t. I’d never wanted kids, because I was certain I’d never find a woman who wouldn’t prove to be the same fucking failure my mother had been. I’d been certain that I’d break any woman, but Angel Bella was strong. She’d proven me wrong, had twisted my game until I felt like the loser, like the one who’d been checkmated.