God of Malice (Legacy of Gods, #1)

by Rina Kent

I’ll be your villain, baby.”

Maybe I should’ve chained her to me, after all, so I could choke the fuck out of her when she’s being difficult for no reason.

Now, I don’t know what angels look like and probably never will—thank fuck I have a designated place in hell—but she’s the closest thing to an angel I’ve ever seen.

She’s not the reason behind my happiness—she’s the definition of the word.

I simply did not raise my only daughter all these years to eventually hand her over to this sod.

I would’ve never been able to be a good father if she weren’t the mother of my children.