Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

The drive took about twenty minutes from where they started. The sky was still dark, and Angela wasn't sure where they were at the moment. They couldn't be in Harbor or Mayne. It was an area she hadn't been to before. The SUV turned to a dirt path, drove towards the mountains, crossed a bridge, and then continued forward until they reached a foresty location where tall trees surrounded a large cabin.

The cabin had a dark wood exterior, but it had tall glass windows all around—a combination of modern and traditional design. It was beautiful. There was no one inside as it was dark, making Angela think this must be some sort of a vacation house or something.

When they came into a full-stop, William assisted Angela out of the vehicle. 

Gael got out of the Escalade before it had even come to a full stop. He readily strode towards her, practically ripping her off of William and into his arms. "You okay? Did he hurt you?" he asked, scanning her body up and down, his brows full of worry.

William scoffed, shaking his head. "FYI, I was a gentleman."

Gael ignored the man, and his gaze landed on the coat over her shoulders. She immediately shrugged it off and gave it back to William, muttering "thanks" without looking, and then she wrapped her arms around Gael's waist, inhaling his scent. They hadn't been separated that long, but the drive felt like a year, knowing that he was following her behind while she was stuck with the Parks.

"I'm fine." Her brows drew together, noticing the moist gathering on his forehead and a crease formed between his brows. She used the sleeve of her sweatshirt to wipe his sweat. "Are you in pain?"

He shook his head as he shrugged the jacket off him. "I'm just feeling a bit hot. But you should've worn something much warmer. Here." He didn't wait for Angela to receive it. Instead, he put it around her, wanting to cover her fully. He glanced down at her chest, and his jaw tightened.

She followed his gaze and saw her nipples protruding through the sweatshirt. It was a cold night. There were trees around them, and they were on higher ground, so the air was colder here. His gaze wasn't of lust, rather worry—or possessiveness. She was the only woman here, and the rest were men. It didn't bother her that she wasn't wearing a bra—she could wear whatever the hell she wanted. But she also knew Gael didn't want any other man looking at her chest. So she tugged the jacket around her tighter, inserting her arms through the sleeves.

William called for everyone to follow him inside the cabin. Gael tasked his men to search the perimeter, in which William just nodded as he told his men to do the same. The only ones allowed inside were William, Gael, and Angela, while the rest of their men remained outside, including Evan who was still in the rear of the car with Rick. Thankfully, the latter had stopped bleeding long before they found them at the barn.

Angela sat on a sofa while the two men were by the dining table. "Is your father on his way?" Gael asked as he watched William pour each of them a newly opened bottle of wine. 

"My father's…currently indisposed." William crossed the room and handed a glass of wine to Angela.

"Indisposed?" Gael cocked a brow, slightly huffing. "Then what about the meeting?"

"Damien will be here. He's still on the plane, but he'll come soon. In the meantime, make yourselves comfortable. I could make us some breakfast—"

"My man needs a doctor. We can't stay here long."

"Don't worry. I already called for one on the way over. Your man will be taken care of. So… Breakfast?" The grin on William's face was wide, and Gael wanted to wipe it off with a hard punch.

Angela was worried about Gael as he began to look pale. He might've thought that he was hiding the pain well, but she knew him well enough that she could easily spot what was wrong with him. She walked over to them, smiling at William as she said, "We'd love some breakfast. Thank you." Gael narrowed his eyes on her, but she merely held his hand and asked William, "Can we use one of your rooms? I'm feeling a little lightheaded. I want to lie down for a bit."

This alarmed Gael, and he was on his feet right away, holding her by the shoulders. When William kindly showed them one of the guest rooms—thankfully kept dust-free and clean—she closed the door and coaxed Gael to lie down with her.

Gael held her face as if he was examining her. "What's wrong? Are you unwell? Do you want me to—"

"I'm fine, Gael. But you're clearly not. Where's your medicine?"

He blinked, realizing what she was doing. But he didn't protest when she pulled him to the bed and made him lie down. "I didn't bring any. I'm okay, Angel."

She wasn't buying it. He was sweating some more and wincing when he attempted to lie on his back, then rolled to his side. It had been a few days since that night, and her injury was healing and bearable, but Gael had it worse than her, and he was being so stubborn about it. "Wait here."

"Angel…" he called and wanted to stop her, but the bed beneath him was too good he had to close his eyes for a second to compose himself.

When he opened his eyes again, Angela came back to the room with a pill bottle in hand and a glass of water in the other. "Where did you get that?" he asked.

"I had Rio and Trigger bring it with them wherever they went just in case."

He sighed. "I can't take that. That makes me drowsy. I need to be awake for the meeting."

"It's not Oxy. It's just Tylenol. Plus, the doctor is already here, stitching up Rick. And the meeting won't be until a couple of hours later, so you can rest for a bit."

His brows drew together. "How do you know that?"

Angela told Gael about what she heard from William's phone call in the vehicle. "So, please. Just take this and feel better for your meeting later. Unless you want me to tell the Doc you need an injection?" She arched her brow.

This made him chuckle, but he took the pills from her and swallowed them with water. "Fine. But stay with me here while we wait."

***

Angela wasn't sleeping, really. She couldn't. And she doubted Gael was either—not when they were in a house he was unfamiliar with—but he complied and rested with her in bed. The sound of a vehicle arriving outside made their eyes flutter open, landing on each other's stare. He pressed his lips to hers before rolling out of bed and checking the windows.

She followed him, carefully peering over his shoulders to see what he was seeing. Several people got out of the vehicle. None of them looked like they were armed, or maybe their weapons were just concealed. Angela couldn't see as clearly as Gael could, but she was certain there were a few men and a couple of women.

"Who is it?"

Gael's jaw clicked.. "It's Damien Park."