happened?”
“Depends what you mean by happened .” Gabriel shrugged as he sank onto the sofa to sit watching Angel through narrowed lids as he lifted and placed his bare feet on the rim of the coffee table. He felt exhausted. So exhausted he couldn’t even raise the energy to remonstrate with Angel as to how stupid she was to think he was going to just let her walk out of here. “Jonas called. They’ve located Sinclair at his villa in Majorca.”
Her expression brightened. “But that’s good, isn’t it?” Her eyes widened in alarm. “Unless Daniel isn’t with him?”
Gabriel had never doubted Angel’s intelligence, only her taste in men. God knows he was no prize, but Sinclair was way out of his league when it came to bastards. Jonas might have discovered Sinclair’s whereabouts, but Ethan had made an in-depth check into Sinclair and his business dealings. Not through the usual polite—and sanitized—channels, but through the contacts they had in the Russian and Italian underworlds. Gabriel knew so much more about Sinclair now than he had a few hours ago. Most of which he wished he didn’t.
“As far as we know, Daniel is with him.”
“As far as you know…?”
He shrugged. “No one has seen him— That doesn’t mean he isn’t there, Angel.” He dropped his feet to the carpeted floor as her face paled, sitting forward. “The security around the perimeter of the villa is tight, much more so than usual, so we’re assuming Sinclair and Daniel are there.”
She stood abruptly. “But you don’t know for certain?”
“No.”
“I know the villa well. We’ve spent whole summers there. The security is… I can help by telling you what I know about it.”
“You can, yes.”
“We have to find out if Daniel is there!”
“And we will.”
“When? I can’t just sit around here—”
“Sit down, Angel.” He kept his voice low and authoritative, waiting until she had done so before continuing. “What you need right now is to be made aware Sinclair is into some seriously twisted shit.” He scowled.
“I told you that—”
“It’s worse, Angel, so much worse than you even thought it was. Which is why it seriously isn’t safe for you to leave here and be on your own.”
Even her lips had gone pale now. “Why not?”
Gabriel sighed heavily. “Because the longer you hold out against him, the more chance there is of Sinclair losing patience and actually hurting you. He’s a sadist, Angel. He enjoys watching other people’s pain, physical as well as emotional.”
“I… No.” She shook her head in denial. “I would have known that about him. Wouldn’t I…?”
Gabriel’s mouth set grimly. “Not if he didn’t want you to and you never angered or went against him, no. I’m guessing you didn’t?” He hadn’t seen any signs of abuse on her body earlier, but that didn’t mean there weren’t emotional scars, ones that couldn’t be seen.
“There was never any reason for me to do so. Clive was a good fath— He always treated me with the utmost respect.”
“And you were happy with that?” Gabriel scoffed, knowing exactly what she had been going to say. Clive was a good father to Daniel. Well, the fucker wasn’t being a good father to him now!
“It was what it was,” she defended. “I was content as long as Daniel was safe and happy. As I said, Clive was always courteous and kind toward me.”
“Courtesy and kindness aren’t emotions I would have thought him capable of!”
She gave a pained frown. “Why not?”
“Because Sinclair was responsible for not only supplying the arms but also funding the coups in several…less than civilized countries. He was even present in one of those countries when hundreds of people were rounded up and shot, and then buried in mass graves. Some of the children are allowed to live, if you can call it that.” His mouth curled up with distaste.
“What do you mean?”
“Boys not much older than Daniel are turned into soldiers
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