Damian looked from Angel that had stopped walking by his side to his mother standing at the front door and he wanted to laugh. Here was his mafia boss who was fierce and strong and she was worried about one little woman that she could take down with no problem? Not that Angel would because he knew she respected his mother, but it was still funny to him, to see her rather worried over that look. Again, it was just so out of place on her face and in her stance.
“Come on,” he whispered in Angel’s ear, “she doesn’t bite.”
“No, just glares at people she doesn’t like, right?” Angel knew she shouldn’t let his mom get to her, but she couldn’t fight it either. And she never had anyone get under her skin like that.
“You are with her son, she won’t lik
