God of Wrath (Legacy of Gods #3) by Rina Kent

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 away from my daughter. Now.”

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

“Doesn’t need to be loaded if I hit you upside the head with it.” I storm in his direction to do just that, but Kim holds me back, and my traitor daughter has subtly stood in front of serial killer/gangster/lizard Jeremy.

The top of her head barely reaches his collarbone, so the fact that she thinks she can protect him is comical at best.

Or would’ve been if the wanker wasn’t in the process of stealing my only daughter. She’s never stood up to me before. The last time she brought a boyfriend home, that fucking Jonah, she merely smiled and shook her head when I threatened him with bodily harm.

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.

What? No one deserves my baby daughter.

But even I knew there would be a day when she’d have another relationship. It did take longer than I thought. Almost two years—not that I’m complaining. Still, I thought perhaps Cecily had also realized that no one is good for her and would decide to spend the rest of her life with her mother and me.

Wishful thinking.

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.

“Papa, can you please put the shotgun down?” she implores, and the fucker subtly moves in front of her so that he’s the one shielding her instead of the other way around.

“Depends. Can the slimy fucker stop touching you and leave?”

“With all due respect, that won’t be happening.” The more he talks, the deeper my hate grows for the cunt.

Not to mention, he’s still touching my fucking daughter.

During my moment of glaring and plotting the best way to throw the fucker into a ditch and dispose of his corpse, the shotgun is sneakily removed from my hands.

I stare at my wife, who’s smiling victoriously while holding the gun at her side. She’s more beautiful than the world and everyone in it, and there’s nothing I want to do other than hug and kiss her. Maybe carry her to our bedroom and make her forget the world exists.

But that can wait until we get rid of the intruder.

Kim narrows her eyes at me, mouths, “Be good,” then walks…in their direction.

Maybe she decided to shoot him for me, after all.

Right. Kim also doesn’t think anyone deserves the miracle we were blessed with after so many struggles. In fact, she was opposed to that fucker Jonah more than I was.

She stops in front of them with a smile on her lips, soft, genuine, and so warm that the temperature in the room goes up a notch.

“Hi, Jeremy.”

His expression changes to that of complete politeness like a fucking psychopath. “Hello, Mrs. Knight.”

“Oh, there’s no need for formalities. Kimberly or just Kim is fine. It’s nice to meet you. Cecy was just telling me so much about you.”

He raises a brow, glides his attention to my daughter, then back to my wife. “She was?”

“Why yes. The way she talked about you made me look forward to meeting you.”

“Mum!” Cecily shakes her head.

“I’m curious about what she said.” The fucker sneakily strokes my daughter’s hand. “If it’s not too much of an intrusion, might I stay? I’ve always wanted to know about Cecily’s home.”

“It is an intrusion.” I barge into their circle and wrench my daughter to my side, forcing him to let her go. “And what’s with wanting to know about her home? You a stalker, boy?”

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.

It doesn’t help that she inherited the color of her mother’s eyes. I’ve always been weak to my wife’s everything.

Kim places the shotgun back in its place on the wall and then grabs my free hand. “Jeremy, this is Xander, Cecy’s very overprotective father. Try to tolerate him. He’ll come around.”

“I will most certainly not. Unless he leaves the property and never shows his face near my daughter again.”

“Like I said. Overprotective.” Kim smiles at him and pinches my side. Hard.

Bloody fucking hell.

“Please join us for dinner.” My wife actually leaves my side to usher the arsehole into the dining room. I follow after, still holding on to Cecily because I don’t trust him in my house and can’t allow him to be in the company of the two most important women in my life.

“You can freshen up,” Kim speaks to him in her affectionate, motherly tone. “Did you just arrive?”

“I landed in London half an hour ago.”

“You must be tired then. You can rest upstairs until dinner if you prefer?”