God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods, #3)

by Rina Kent

“This is the final time you ignore me. You will never come to a place like this without me again.”

This is the first time I’ve held her hand and I can’t help feeling that it’s small, soft, and fits perfectly in mine.

When we reach her small car, she beeps it open, and Ilya gives me a glance because the car might as well be a tiny turtle’s nest. I nod at him to put Ava at the back. As soon as Cecily makes sure her friend is all settled, she opts to drive, but Ilya is already sliding into the driver’s seat after a lot of bending.

When I join him in the front seat, it’s like I’m sitting in a damn toy car.

I have to bend my legs and head, despite pushing back the seat to ...

Cecily stares at us through the window and does a shit job at hiding her smile. “Get in,” I order. “And this isn’t funny.” “It actually is. You two would look a...

We’re not in a relationship.” That’s the second fucking time she’s said that sentence tonight. The difference is that she doesn’t sound accusing now and is only stating facts.

That’s my girl.

But here’s the thing.”

“That girl you touched belongs to me, and do you know what I do to people who look at, let alone hurt, what’s mine? I make them wish for death.”

I don’t share. Everything about you is mine.

“OMG! You totally shagged him in the club, didn’t you?” “Ava!” “You did!” She all but rips the mask from her face, revealing her shocked expression. “You smelled like him, and you had these puffy lips, watery eyes, and flushed cheeks. I think I’m going into a state of shock.”

“I think He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named was at the club.” She physically shivers. “RIP. I love you.”

“My feelings for him don’t matter. He cut me off.” “That son of a bitch.” Ava jerks up to a standing position. “Glyn, you have access to the Heathens’ mansion, right? Tell your boyfriend to give us his best gun.”

“I don’t think he’ll approve of us killing his friend.” Glyn narrows her eyes. “But we can do it behind his back, because Jeremy is a prick who has no business hurting Ces’s feelings.” “Let’s decapitate him.” Glyn interlinks her arm with Ava’s and shouts, “A la guillotine!”

“I can’t.” “Why not?” “He’s not interested in me anymore.” He stares at me as if I’ve grown an extra head. “Not interested in you? On what planet have you been living, Cecily? The guy stalks you like a creep and actually smiles while he does it—honest to fucking God thought he didn’t know how. He’s also developed some bizarre fetish about removing anyone who poses an obstacle to you. That teacher who was giving preferential treatment to his friend’s kid? Jeremy was the reason he asked to transfer. Those American football players who stole and slashed your textbooks? Jeremy eliminated them. Those guys at the club who danced with you? Jeremy beat them the fuck up and put one in a coma. Oh, and news fucking flash, he tortured Jonah to near death by waterboarding him and threatened to kill his parents, brothers, sisters, and everyone he cared about. Then he proceeded to tell his family about all the scandals he could get them into by airing some of their dirty laundry. That’s the only reason Jonah turned himself in. He still gets beaten up in prison every day because Jeremy and his whole fucked-up entourage have the ability to pay off people who can do it. Inside England’s prisons, which should

be far away from their territory, but isn’t. You still think that’s not called interest?”

You all but shot yourself in the foot when you had Glyndon slip me that note today. Because A, Killian nearly killed me for it, thinking she was passing me notes;

I was a grouchy, unapproachable fucker for the past month, and even I could tell the reason was thoroughly due to her absence from my life.

Just like my life, this place has been hollow without her.

“Leave me alone, Jeremy.” “No.” It’s one word, a single word, but it’s enough to relay my decision concerning her. There’s no way I’ll ever let Cecily go. No matter what she does, no matter what my demons say. No matter how the fuck it goes from then on. I’ll simply abduct her, keep her, and make her a part of me so that she’s unable to leave.

“You won’t let anyone else touch you or I swear to fuck, it’ll be the last time they touch anything.”

“I’m not a nice man, Cecily. I won’t pretend otherwise, or I’d be doing you and myself a disservice. What I am, however, is someone who’ll slaughter your demons one by one until you’re finally free of them. I’ll touch your scars until you normalize them and can live with them, because they’re what makes you who you are.”

She stares at Ilya, who’s following close behind. “Does he take everything so literally?” My guard nods. “When it comes to you, I’m afraid yes.”

“I was only wondering. We don’t have to be here.” “I don’t see why we shouldn’t be, and you weren’t only wondering. You felt left out of an important part of my life, the Heathens, and you’re here because you’re not my dirty little secret.”

Would you take me to see your parents?” “Tomorrow if you like.” Awe and surprise mix and clash on her face. “You…would?” “I don’t see why not.”

I fling him back by his nape and throw him against his cousin. “Take him and leave.” “Why?” Gareth pushes him back inside. “This is getting fun.” I’m about to grab Nikolai again, but he slips away last second. “Stop throwing me as if I’m a ball, motherfuckers.”

Wait till Kill sees you.” Gareth smirks. “RIP, Jer.”

Cecily flat-out refuses to leave once Glyndon gets here, despite my and Kill’s joint effort to take

our girls

and disappear into the night. “Why the fuck did you bring her here? Now, Glyn won’t budge,” Kill asks me as the two of them play some stu...

“What the fuck was that for?” he yells, gripping his side. “My leg slipped.” “You lying fuck!”

“Why did you do that? Nikolai is nice.” “Shut up, or he’d look nicer in a casket.”

“What if…what if…we’d never met?” “We would’ve sooner or later.” “How do you know?” “You were always meant to be mine, Cecily.”

Nikolai floating in the pool wearing nothing but boxers. I thought he was dead, so I frantically called Ilya,

but it turns out, the incident was normal for the guy.

“Believe it or not, a long time ago, I also thought your father didn’t love me.” “No way.” He basically worships the ground she walks on.

“Kim, love, where’s my grandfather’s hunting shotgun? I found some bastard on our doorstep who claims to be our daughter’s boyfriend… Oh, here it is. Be right back. I’ll shoot him and come back in time for dinner.”

There’s some lizard in front of my house.

“Papa!”

To my horror, Cecily all but runs to the American’s side, grabs his hand in hers as if it’s an everyday occurrence, and meets my gaze carefully, shyly, and then she strokes the side of her nose. Fuck me. No. I’ll pretend I didn’t see her being embarrassed for simply being in his company. And why the bloody hell is the fucking bastard looking at her with those heated eyes as if he will devour her? I’ll kill him first. That’s it. The solution for this situation can only be murder.

“This is Jeremy, and he’s…my boyfriend.” “You’ll be boy dead if you don’t step awa...

“That museum-looking thing isn’t even loaded,” he...

I might have opened a bottle of champagne when she told us she broke up with the tool during her last year of secondary school.

Because my worst nightmare has come true, and she has a boyfriend. No. I refuse to address him as such. I’ll make sure he’ll leave my house as her ex-boyfriend.

Cecily tugs on my arm and stares up at me with big, pleading eyes. I swear to fuck she got this expression from that Puss in Boots film and decided it’s how she’s going to get everything she wants.

The bastard has the audacity to smile at my wife with straight white teeth that I’ll knock right out of his mouth.

Her face turns a deep shape of red, and a sense of nausea mounts in my chest. The thought that my little girl has already grown up so much that she does that stuff is enough to give me a midlife crisis.

“No matter what, you’ll always be my number one hero. No one will ever take your place, Papa.”

Cecily brought some fucker home. Levi I told you this day would happen. I lost Glyn to some arsehole, and now, you’re losing Cecy.