My Demons (The Angel Trilogy #2) by Kimberly Blalock

hand, and it’s happiness that I feel for that one single second.
    He begins to speak and my body jerks causing my dark world to disappear, when I see this man’s sinister and calculating eyes.
    “Your boyfriend out there… can’t save you. He can act like a bad ass all he wants, but I could do anything I want to you and there isn’t a damn thing your Evan can do to stop me.” He grunts pulling out a large knife.
    I’m paralyzed in my seat, my hands are shaking, and the grip my hand has on the cold metal under the cushion is crippling.
    ”Stop, this is bullshit, you know he’ll kill us.” The shorter nervous guy announces.
    My eyes shift, in short, nervous guy’s direction, only he doesn’t look that nervous anymore. No, now he looks scared to death.
    I take a deep relieving breath that my fear isn’t the only fear engulfing this room.
    “Shut the fuck up!” knife guy grits through his teeth to his partner, and then looking in my direction he rolls his eyes as he backs away and makes a grunting noise.
    What a very nicely dressed pig he is.
    “Yea, what’s he gonna do? Shoot me?” He laughs.
    “Umm… yea.”
    That’s it, I’ve had enough of this!
    I’ve survived too much in my life to have some sick sadistic bastard make me feel like my life is in his hands.
    My sister, baby, and memory have all been taken from me. I vow from this moment on I will be as strong as possible. I will determine my own fate. I’ll be responsible for my happiness or at this rate my sadness. Not some idiot that has a hard-on for control.
    “Hey asshole,” I whisper from the depths of inner sexy girl’s closet of darkness. “Get out of here and if he doesn’t kill you I will.”
    Where does this shit come from? Holy hell!
    My heart’s pounding and I’m shaking way more intensely now. No doubt I’m scared to death. But, who cares. I can’t live like this anymore. I’ve always been scared. Always worried I’m going to do something wrong. Always worried I’m going to disappoint someone.
    “What did you say, bitch?” he sneers at me with his beady dark eyes.
    “Um Drake,” the other suit mumbles nervously.
    “Bitch, I will kill you right here. You have no idea who you’re fucking with, do you? I could fuck you, kill you, and make you disappear so fast, and there isn’t anything you can do about it, and your boyfriend out there…” he pauses when his partner yells at him.
    “Drake!” the other guy hisses
    “What the fuck?” Drake snaps.
    I can’t feel my fingers or my toes or… hell, I can’t feel anything. I’m frozen in my own body, paralyzed with pure fear. I’ve never been spoken to like this, and yeah, I’m scared to death. This man’s gonna kill me and there isn’t anything I can do about it.
    I could shoot him, but I can’t even feel the gun anymore. My hands are ice cold and I’m trembling so much that my teeth are beginning to chatter.
    Shit!
    I close my eyes tight and pretend that any moment I’ll wake up from this nightmare and be safe and sound. I hear a lullaby that my mom sang to Addie and me when we were little. Addie always slept in my bed. She would have a bad dream and bring Oscar the bunny clinging to him at her side. My mom would hear her from the baby monitor and come in to check on us. Addie would hide her head under the covers to keep the nightmare monsters away. The only thing that ever seemed to help her sleep was the lullaby my mom sung to us.
    I’m lost in the tranquil memory when I hear a noise. I quickly open my eyes to see Evan standing behind Drake.
    “Have you ever considered the afterlife?” He cocks his head to one side staring down the man that just seconds ago threatened to kill me.
    “You can’t touch me, Evan. You can’t fucking touch me.” Drake laughs.
    I notice from the corner of my eye that the quiet suit, whatever his name is, backs away putting his hands up in front of him as he does. “This isn’t my fight.”
    He’s smart.
    “I asked you a