Chapter 42

“I’m fine, Damien. What, are you going to follow me into the bathroom next?” Angela asked with a giggle.

Ever since their experience with Don Simenn, Damien had been borderline obsessive with Angela’s safety. Everywhere they went, he would scan the place like a hawk, searching for potential trouble. If someone so much as breathed wrong in her direction, he was alert and ready to take them down.

That bastard Saul was going to pay dearly, he thought.

Although Angela found it endearing how much he cared about her, it was starting to get overbearing.

Damien glanced at her as if she’d asked if the sky was blue.

“You’re not following me into the bathroom,” Angela snapped, trying to hide her blush.

He rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

His phone rang. At this point he didn’t need to check to see who it was because the person had blown up his phone so much, he set a custom ringtone.

“Her again?” Angela asked. “I don’t understand why you don’t just block her.”

She knew he didn’t love