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“Touché, asshole.” I push him away and stand up, surprised to see that I ate almost everything in the bowl. “But for the thousandth time, I didn’t know she existed. Stop blaming me for the lost twenty years.”
I’m blaming myself enough as it is.
“I’d have to give a fuck to blame you, and as I mentioned, I don’t have any.”
“Fuck you, Kingsley.”
“Very soon. And I’ll start with that mouth.”
“Better revise your will, because I’ll bite your dick off.” I flip him the middle finger and walk out, resisting the urge to run as if my ass is on fire.
His evil laughter stays with me long after I’m out of his house.
It isn’t until the cold air licks my skin that I realize I left my wallet and phone inside—or I’m hoping I did because I haven’t seen them this entire night. I’m sure I picked them up from the alley and paid the taxi driver, though.
“Want a ride?”
I release a resigned sigh as I turn around and find Kingsley toying with his car keys and clutching my phone and wallet. “I can take a taxi.”
“None comes out this far, so you’ll have to walk for a long time.”
“I’ll call one.”
“Or you can quit the war for the sake of war and let me give you a fucking ride.”
He doesn’t allow me to protest as he grabs my arm and drags me to his car.
I try not to feel grateful, I really do.
But I fail miserably anyway.
13
KINGSLEY
“Imissed you so much, Dad!”
Gwen squeezes me in a hug that could be mistaken for a murder attempt.
I smile anyway and wrap my arms around her. This little girl—not so little anymore—is the reason I was saved from my own mind a long time ago.
If it weren’t for her existence, I would’ve been fucked up to my bones with no light at the end of the tunnel.
Well, I’m not next in line to be Mother Teresa’s replacement, but still. Small changes.
My angel added something important to my life, something that due to its absence, I spiraled down a violent, bloody path.
Purpose.
So the fact that she’s no longer under my protection—not fully, at least—has been slowly but surely chipping away at that purpose.
“You clearly missed me, judging by how you added three whole days to your trip.” I glare at Nate who’s sitting in my living room, legs wide apart, position relaxed, and making himself entirely at home.
Fucker looks too pleased with himself. He’s even wearing casual pants, a button-down, and a creepy smile.
A whole look that didn’t exist in his wardrobe before.
“We just wanted to stay a little longer.” Gwen pulls back, looking as radiant as the summer sun. Apparently, getting married didn’t change her style, considering the jean shorts, loose tank top, and casual sneakers she’s sporting like a second skin.
