Page 69 of London Has Fallen
“You don’t even like him,” Royal fires back.
Chaos shrugs. “The fact he's willing to die for her and be cut up at least proves he is somewhat worthy of her time.” Chaos turns to face me and being the sole focus of his attention is fucking unnerving but I’ve dealt with worse so I stand tall and hold his gaze. “You so much as make that girl shed a single fucking tear and I’ll rip you limb from fucking limb and piss on your rotting corpse while I lie to my niece and tell her you ran away like a bitch.” He leaves me standing here reeling over his threat as he goes after London.
“All of you get out.” Bishop laughs, nods and orders my brothers out of the room, leaving me alone with Royal for the first time. We size each other up. If I wasn’t injured right now, I know I could take him, we’re the same height and similar build, we would be evenly matched in a fist fight. “I hate you.”
“I know.”
“You aren’t good enough for her.”
“I know.”
“You will never have my blessing or acceptance of you wanting to be with her.”
“I get that.”
“You’re too fucking old for her.”
“It’s not that big of a gap.”
“You will never return to Blackwood as headmaster, I made sure of that.”
“I never wanted the job to begin with.”
“Why’d you take it then?”
“I didn’t have a choice, either I took the job or my brothers paid the price.”
“Why’d you save her?”
A whoosh of air escapes me. I stab a hand through my hair and try to think of the right thing to say but come up blank so, I decide to just tell him the story. “You’ve met your daughter, she’s a magnet.”
“No, she isn’t. She’s a fucking sour lemon and exudes fuck off vibes.”
I snort and nod. “Oh, she did all of that. When I first met her I was awestruck. She didn’t flaunt herself around, she fought me at every turn and when it came down to it she became an addiction. A need. I found any excuse to see her, speak to her or incite her wrath just so she would spare me a scrap of her attention for a fleeting moment.” I take a deep breath and stop myself from rambling for a second before I pull it together and try a different way to explain it to him. “I would continue to take beating after beating and scar after scar if it meant I got to just catch a glimpse of her, hear her laughter from a distance. I know it’s not what you want to hear but I fell in love with your daughter when I had no fucking right.”
“No, you didn’t, but you still did.”
I nod. “It was out of my control. She literally stole the fucking organ from my chest and branded her name on the fucking thing.”
“You must be higher than a giraffe's pussy if you think that shit will sway me.”
“I don’t know how to answer that.”
“When your father is dealt with, and the Greek’s appoint you the new Godfather what happens to her then?”
“What makes you think I will be chosen?” I ask in surprise.
“Because I will make sure you are chosen. I’ll wipe them all out for standing back and allowing your cocksucker of a father to touch my baby girl. There is no saving any of them, there will be a new leader and Godfathers Of The Night, you will lead them and your brothers will be your council.”
“Why would you do that?”
He looks pained as he speaks. “Because, you seem level headed and from what I have heard and seen, you cared enough about my daughter to go against your family and birthright to protect her when I couldn’t. Accept what I am offering you and you have my word that you and your brothers will live and remain unharmed.”
“What’s the catch?”
He smirks and takes a couple steps toward me, leaving a foot of space between us. “The trials are to be stopped, you are to stop helping the others with transporting women for the skin trade.”
I eye him warily for a moment, there’s more I can see it in his eyes. “What else?”