Gael’s Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance - Chapter 451

Angela lifted her chin and refused to show William and his men how nervous she actually was. She didn’t want them to see her as weak, so they wouldn’t take advantage of her. Although she didn’t think William would actually harm her, she didn’t want to risk it. After all, she didn’t really know him that much. For all she knew, he could be a handsome serial killer.

As soon as they entered the middle row of the SUV, William told the driver to adjust the AC so that it wasn’t cold, nor was it warm. And for that, Angela thought he was being considerate. And when they got settled, and the car began to move, he tossed his trench coat on her lap wordlessly.

She studied him for a second, but he merely kept his eyes on his phone, seemingly busy with whatever he was doing, his brows knitted together in concentration as he furiously typed away.

Perhaps William had a heart after all. Thinking of this, she was reminded about the night she had seen him last at Nina’s apartment. She was just about to ask him that when he spoke first.

“He let you go ‘out for a walk’ in those clothes?”

She blinked and briefly glanced at her clothes. There wasn’t anything wrong with what she wore per se, but they weren’t warm enough to be worn outside—and surely he meant the fluffy bunnies on her feet. “It was my choice. We were in a hurry.”

“Why is that?” He laid his phone on his lap and looked at her. “Why were you in a hurry? What happened to his man out there? Was it from the shooting earlier? Was it you guys?”

If William thought he could coax information out of her without Gael, boy was he so wrong. “Are you trying to write a story? All these questions… You would be a great journalist.” She smiled.

The corner of his lips twitched into a smirk, though he wasn’t trying to hide it. He found her amusing. His voice was lazy—the kind that sounded naturally seductive.  And if she weren’t in love with Gael, she’d probably be lured into his web. No wonder so many women fell for his charm. William was like a male aphrodite.

“Does he bring you every time for his…late-night walks?”

“When I feel like it.” A small part of her was laughing inwardly. She was talking bullshit, but he didn’t have to know that.

“When you feel like it… So he trusts you enough to make you decide on your own to join him in his walks?” He cocked a brow.

“He trusts me.”

“He trusts you… Hmmm… Trust is a luxury these days.”

William averted his gaze, his focus now back to his phone, leaving Angela to stew over his last words. She didn’t know how or what to respond to that.

He dialed someone, putting the phone to his ear for a moment, and then he cursed under his breath. It was apparent that the receiver wasn’t answering his calls, which was the reason for his irritation. He contemplated for a second before dialing what Angela thought was probably a different number because a few seconds later, a female’s sleepy voice answered.

The call wasn’t on speaker, but Angela could faintly hear the other end of the line. She pretended to look out the window as if she wasn’t paying attention, but her ears perked to eavesdrop. Yeah. She was nosy. But wouldn’t anyone be when she was sitting in a van full of armed men?

“Katherine, my dear,” William started. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“Are you really sorry? You don’t know how to be sorry,” said the woman from the other line, her voice sounding sultry and sleepy, making Angela swallow.

William chuckled. “It’s lovely to hear your voice this early.”

“What do you want? If you’re bored, I don’t want to play. Unless you have information that I need, go away.”

Whoever this “Katherine” was, she certainly wasn’t afraid of William—not that Angela was—but if this woman knew William’s family, she probably wouldn’t speak to him like that. Then again, Angela had always been snarky towards William. Perhaps this woman knew him on a personal level. At first, she thought Katherine might be a girlfriend, but she didn’t sound so loving to him over the phone. So who could she be to him?

“Tsk. Always so snarky. Fine. I’ll get to the point. Where’s Damien? He doesn’t answer my calls.”

“He’s not yet home. He lands in…less than two hours. Why?”

“He’s not in Harbor? Where the hell is he?”

“He had to fly to L.A. in the afternoon, and then he flew back at midnight, our time. So he should be home by five-ish.”

William sighed. “I need him to meet me in my cabin as soon as he lands. I’ll keep calling him then, but if you can get a hold of him, please let him know.”

“There’s not even sunlight yet. Can’t it wait?”

“No. It can’t.”

“What do I tell him?”

“Just tell him I’m with the De Lucas.”

“You’re with… Are you okay? Should I—”

“Awww… Are you worried for me, Katherine?” He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m okay. We’re civilized people; you know that.”

She sighed. “Call me again if anything happens. I’ll try to contact Damien myself in the meantime.”

“Thanks, Love.”

When the call ended, Angela took a deep breath, realizing that William had called his cousin’s fiancée, looking for Damien. As far as she knew, William’s father was the head of the Park family. Had William called his father already? Or was that the first person he called about this matter? Whoever was going to show up later, she could only hope that Gael and his meeting with the Parks would be successful and that no harm would be done to any of the parties present.

“That was Katherine. My future cousin-in-law,” William muttered. “In case you were wondering and couldn’t place her voice from your eavesdropping.”

Angela blushed, but her eyes stared daggers at him. “It’s not like I had a choice when you don’t even try to hide your conversation.”

He didn’t respond, but his laughter filled the vehicle, sending flutters of embarrassment to her stomach.