see Daniel or Lena again.”
“It didn’t occur to you he might take Daniel after you had threatened him?”
She rounded on him fiercely. “Of course it didn’t occur to me. I would never have allowed Daniel to go to school if I had thought that.”
“As far as everyone else is concerned, Sinclair is Daniel’s father?”
She nodded. “Clive…he can’t have children of his own. After his second marriage ended, he had tests done and discovered he’s sterile. It’s the reason he wanted to marry me, so that he had a legitimate heir. Once I give him my only leverage, he doesn’t even have to kill me. He can do that by ensuring I never see Daniel again.”
Lose-lose.
Except Gabriel never lost.
Well…just the once, and look how that had turned out.
Angel might have left him eight years ago, but he wasn’t about to lose again where his son was concerned.
“That’s not going to happen,” he bit out harshly.
She gave a choked laugh. “You’re still so arrogantly self-confident.”
“Isn’t that why you came to me?”
It was. Of course it was. But Gabriel didn’t know Clive like she did. He had no idea what the other man was capable of. Angel hadn’t known either, not fully, until the young girl came to the house that day, beaten and starved, begging for help. Help that Angel had thought she had given her until the girl’s body was found in a London alley, a needle in her arm. Angel had telephoned the police anonymously and tried to tell them the death hadn’t been an accidental overdose, but they hadn’t wanted to listen, had seemed more interested in knowing who she was. Angel had ended the call. The girl’s death had been written off as just another junkie overdosing.
Angel had been on her guard after that, crying off accompanying Clive on his next business trip to New York in order to search through his private papers and the safe he never let her open. Anything that would give her the leverage she needed to be able to leave him. The safe had been secured by a password, of course, but it hadn’t been difficult to guess that password was “Daniel.” Inside, she had found a laptop she hadn’t known Clive owned.
She had spent hours poring over the contents of the files on that laptop. Not all of it made sense to her, because Clive used words like “product” and “cargo” and “shipment” to disguise what he was really buying and selling, but from the amounts he was being paid for those products and their destinations, Angel had known exactly what they were.
At which point she had become terrified.
Her first instinct had been to gather Daniel up from his bed and flee into what was left of the night.
Her second, once she calmed down enough to think coherently, had been more considered. If she ran, Clive would catch her, and when he did… She didn’t fool herself into thinking Clive would drag her back and hold her a virtual prisoner because he was in love with her. She was his much younger trophy wife, and Daniel was his heir. Clive would never willingly allow her to leave him, and Angel simply hadn’t been able to stay with him any longer.
Which meant she had needed some leverage of her own.
It had been easy to copy all the information on that hidden laptop onto a memory stick before returning it to the safe. Equally easy to make copies and then lock them all away in a safe deposit box at her bank.
It hadn’t even been that difficult, when Clive returned from his business trip, to tell him she was leaving him and wanted a divorce.
The problem occurred, as she had known it would, when he refused to let her take Daniel with her. Which was when she had confronted him with what she now knew about him. Clive hadn’t been concerned by her accusations. Which was when she told him she had proof, proof she would hand over to the authorities if he didn’t allow her and Daniel to leave. The coldness of his anger then had been…terrifying.
That had been two weeks ago. Two weeks when