Angel had lived in fear in a rented apartment, despite her insurance locked away in the safe deposit box. Clive had been too surprised by her subterfuge, after years of her being the obedient wife, to react initially, but Angel had never doubted he would take action once he recovered.
That action had been to abduct Daniel two days ago, when he was being driven back from school by his nanny. Allowing Daniel to attend school was the only time Angel let her son out of her sight, and Clive had known that, damn him.
Clive had laughed when Angel asked the whereabouts of the young girl, suggesting Angel use her imagination, in view of what she now knew about him. She had, and it hadn’t been pleasant thinking that Lena could now be another one of Clive’s products, to be sold to the highest bidder.
“It isn’t going to happen, Angel,” Gabriel repeated firmly, knowing by her expression, and the pallor of her cheeks that he had lost her in the past few seconds. “I’ll get Daniel back.”
“What about Daniel’s nanny? Lena. Magdalena. She’s Spanish,” she added brokenly.
“We’ll get her back. We’ll get them both back,” he assured her grimly. He didn’t care how rich and powerful Sinclair was. The other man had Gabriel’s son, and Gabriel wanted him back. He had also taken the innocent girl who had been protecting his son. Gabriel wanted her back too. It was as simple as that. “Do you have a photo of him?”
Angel blinked back to an awareness of her surroundings. Of Gabriel. “Daniel?”
“Well, I certainly didn’t mean Sinclair.” He already knew what the other man looked like: tall and handsome, smooth and urbane, blond hair going silver at the temples, and cool blue eyes that obviously hid a multitude of secrets he had no intention of having made public.
Angel’s hands shook slightly as she opened her bag, immediately finding and bringing out the requested photograph. As if she kept it close and had looked at it often, since the flesh-and-blood child was denied her.
Gabriel’s own hand was less than steady as he took the color photograph, drawing his breath in sharply as he gazed at his son for the first time. Daniel looked a little gangly, with dark hair, his green eyes glowing, as if he was laughing at something or someone as he looked into the camera.
Even if Angel hadn’t already told him it was so, Gabriel would have known Daniel was his son. The little boy was him at the same age. Dark haired, green eyed, totally secure in the stability of his young life.
Except he wasn’t.
Daniel’s stepfather was everything that was wrong with this world. A user and an abuser who had made his fortune by taking or stealing the lives of other people.
As he had now stolen Daniel and Lena, two more innocents to be sacrificed to the man’s greed. Gabriel couldn’t allow that. Wouldn’t allow that.
“He’s beautiful.” Gabriel wanted to maintain possession of the photograph, to hold some part of Daniel and keep it for himself, but instead he handed the photograph back to Angel. He had a feeling she needed it more than he did right now. Whatever their own differences were, he couldn’t doubt the love she felt for Daniel. That love was there in every word she spoke about him.
“He looks exactly like you.” She blinked back fresh tears as she lovingly caressed the surface of the photograph.
Gabriel wanted to ask what the fuck she meant by that, when she had walked out of his life eight years ago, denying him his son as well as her. But now wasn’t the time for contention— more contention—between them. Right now, he needed to decide how he was going to get Daniel and Lena back. The past, and the details of how they were going to deal with sharing Daniel in future, could be worked out once this was over.
“He does,” he confirmed abruptly, Daniel’s image now firmly etched into his brain. “Which means he and Sinclair together are going to stand out, be memorable, to anyone seeing the
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