Daniel’s life, and yet she was the one who was about to pass out.
Because he had frightened her with his violent reaction to the revelation?
How the fuck had she expected him to react?
I have a son. A son I’ve never met, never seen, and yet the tightness in my chest tells me that I feel protective toward him already.
And that I fucking hate the idea of some other man being his father and bringing him up for the past seven years.
As I hate Angel for keeping him from me?
No, Gabriel didn’t hate Angel. He didn’t think he could ever hate her. Especially now, when he knew she was the mother of his child. But he wasn’t feeling particularly kindly disposed toward her right now either.
He straightened. “Get over whatever is wrong with you, Angel, and tell me where my son is,” he advised icily.
“Your son…?” Caleb’s voice was hushed.
Gabriel glanced at his brother, noting Caleb’s pale face and dilated pupils. Caleb had suffered with PTSD for some years now. It didn’t prevent him from doing his job for Knight Security, his army training ingrained into him, but personal stress to himself or his family was always a trigger for an attack. “It’s okay, Caleb,” he soothed. “Angel and I just have a little catching up to do.”
His brother’s eyes widened. “More than a little, by the sound of it.”
Gabriel’s smile was reassuring. “We’ll figure it out. Go back to your office, and I’ll explain everything to you later. But it’s all good, okay?”
“Okay,” Caleb accepted doubtfully, casting another worried glance at Angel before leaving the office and closing the door behind him.
“What’s wrong with him?”
Gabriel’s head snapped round, and he glared at Angel. “There’s nothing wrong with him,” he bit out defensively.
“But he—”
“Don’t go there,” he warned, hands clenched at his sides. “We have more important things to discuss than my brother’s shock at learning he’s an uncle for the second time,” he reminded her.
Angel straightened slowly, still feeling a little light-headed. She had no idea why she had laughed so much at Caleb Knight’s comment before bursting into tears, except for the strain she had been under these past few days. Weeks, actually, but much more so the past two days.
Had it really only been two days? It seemed so much longer. A lifetime of heartache and pain. She just wanted Daniel back—
“Where is my son?”
She swallowed as she slowly raised her head to look at Gabriel. “Clive has him.”
“As part of his visiting rights in the separation— No?” His eyes narrowed as Angel shook her head.
She moistened dry lips. “I have something… I daren’t leave Clive without… I needed insurance so that he didn’t… To stop him from… I was frightened he would hurt me.” Her gaze could no longer meet Gabriel’s. “I copied some information onto a memory stick, made three copies, and then locked them away in a safe deposit box at my bank.” She looked up at Gabriel in appeal. “I was frightened if I didn’t have insurance, Clive would try to stop me from leaving him and taking Daniel with me. Clive doesn’t… He never fails at anything. Even marriage. He divorced his first two wives, not the other way round,” she added bitterly.
“Where does Daniel come into this?”
“Clive wants that information back, so he…he took something I love beyond life itself.” The tears were once again falling hotly down her cheeks as she began to sob in earnest. “He took Daniel and his nanny, Gabriel. He won’t tell me where Lena is, and he says I can’t have Daniel back until I give him every copy of the information I have on him.”
“What sort of information?”
“On his illegal business dealings.”
“Is it drugs or illegal arms he’s into?” he prompted shrewdly.
“Both, I think. And…and he sells women too,” she choked out. “To the highest bidder. He holds these parties, calls these girls ‘the