God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods, #3)

by Rina Kent

Aiden

The fuck is wrong with you two? It’s time to stop treating your girls like they’re nine-year-olds. Levi No daughter. No opinion. Cole What Captain said, King.

Kim will eventually make me see reason. She always does. She’s been my home, my peace, and the love of my life ever since we were children.

One weekend, Mum and Papa wore their goofy overalls, posed at the door like wannabe decorators, and said we’d do this shit.

Everyone else is just not a fan. It’s mutual since I believe they’re annoying, too. Just saying. Especially that motherfucker clown Remi, whom Cecily caught me plotting the murder of for the sole reason that he makes her laugh.

He leans in so only I can hear him. “I also think Remington is an overrated, annoying asshole, and I had the same murder plots you do, but remember that they actually like him, and any offensive action on our part will backfire, so whatever gratification we’ll get from erasing him is not worth it.”

I resist the urge to stroke the freckles beneath her eyes. The one hundred fifty-three of them. And yes, I counted them.

Kids look up to superheroes; he looked up to me. And clowns. He loved those fuckers for reasons unknown,

“Dad? What are you doing here?” “Seriously? I take an eight-hour flight to this godforsaken island, and that’s the first thing you ask?”

Usually, I’d give him time to recuperate on his own since that’s what I would need. However, Jeremy isn’t on his own. Unlike my useless father, he has me, and I can tell when my son needs a father.

He looks at me like I’m still his hero. No. His father. And I couldn’t be more grateful.

Huh. I think I like this girl.

I still had to put up with Kill’s annoying company for it. The difference is that he got to join them when they went swimming and for meals. Me? I remained in the sun with a grouchy Ilya, who absolutely hates the heat and kept grumbling about his burned skin.

Cecily came over, gave him her sunscreen, then turned around and left. I was so close to killing him.

I told him I wouldn’t leave his daughter even if I died, and he smacked me upside the head.

“What if I don’t love you anymore?” “Then I’ll make you love me again.”

future father-in-law.

She grabs my hand in hers, tears gathering in her big green eyes. And while I’m over the moon that she’s touching me, I don’t like the tears.

“Why haven’t you told me?” Her voice is brittle and so fucking sad, it cuts me open. “Told you what?” “That you’re sick. You’re dying?” She all but bursts out crying, her tiny frame shaking, her choked breathing filling the air. Ilya steps out of the car next, looking absolutely calm. “I’m dying?” I mouth. “I had to do something. It’s boring to watch whatever foreplay this is.”

“I won’t hurt you, Cecily.”

“You’re the fire to my icy heart, and while I loathed that at the beginning, I soon came to the realization that I can’t survive without that fire. My feelings for you are nowhere near conventional. They’re neither proportional nor measurable, and that heart you melted and the emotions you provoked belong to you. I’d rather be smashed and broken to pieces with you than be whole without you. I’d rather

remain a beast for you than become a man who has to sur...

Cecily Knight is officially mine. Now. In the future. Forever.

I think Creigh is jealous of me because Adrian likes me while he’s still struggling for his approval.

“You took his precious little daughter,” Jeremy told him as he hugged me to his side. “Cecily is joining his family. It’s different.” “I can join his family.” “Wouldn’t work. Still different.”

One day, and I mean soon, I’m going to make this woman my wife. My partner. My everything. She’ll be my always, and I’ll be hers. Forever.