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

centered in Abby’s eyes as she looks up bringing the gun with her and I know that I have no more time.
    Everything’s happened in slow motion since Abby stood from the couch. I hear Drake running his fucking mouth and I know that they haven’t noticed the scene unfolding in front of them.
    I gave Abby the gun to protect herself if she had no other option with me being out of the room. But, I’m here now and you can damn well bet I’ll be the one protecting her. I won’t let her play in the fire and burn her soul if I can take that burden from her. End of.
    Today I’ll kill, in a second with no remorse or second guesses. I’ll do what needs to be done.
    “Evan,” I hear my name, but it’s distorted and I don’t know who’s saying it. ”What the fuck?” I hear the muffled words continue.
    Drake is standing to my left as I face Abby and his back is to her. As he turns his body in her direction, I take him from behind. What happens next comes quickly and he has no time to react or save himself from the pain he’s brought onto himself.
    I hear the crack of his neck in my hands as they wrap around his head. He didn’t feel anything, it was quick and painless and he had no idea what was happening.
    Thomas’ bodyguards are near him at the front entrance so they don’t know what’s going on just yet, and the other douchebag Martin isn’t going to say a fucking word if he knows what’s good for him, and I happen to know that he does.
    Drake’s body slides to the floor from my hold and I take three long strides to Abby raising my hands to hers taking possession of the metal.
    Tears are streaming down her face and I know that she’s in pain. Pain I can never deliver her from. I will, however, make sure that the pain doesn’t follow her into the future. I want her to feel happiness and know that she deserves it.
    “Shhh,” I whisper as I tuck the forty-five in the front lip of my jeans.
    I reach up quickly wiping away her tears. “Excuse yourself to the bathroom, now,” I continue with my voice in a monotone whisper.
    She runs her tiny hands through her hair and over her face. She pulls a smile from somewhere as she begins to speak, “If you excuse me I need to freshen up.” She turns on her heels.
    I watch until she’s turned the corner into the hallway and I know she’s safe and out of harm’s way.
    I turn and look down at the asshole Drake on the floor. That bastard had that shit coming for a long time.
    “Did I miss something, Evan?” my father asks while adjusting his cufflinks. “Was this really necessary?” he continues.
    “Yea it was. If you don’t like my actions, you should’ve considered that before you turned me into a trained killer, Thomas,” I sneer.
    “Really Evan, I thought we’ve previously discussed you calling me that? I prefer it if you would call me Dad I’d even settle for, Sir.” Is he serious? He’s no father, never has been.
    “Yeah, ok Dad,” I answer
    “Boys get this mess cleaned up, I’m late.” He’s so cold.
    Drake was his favorite and yet he shows no emotion with regards to his death. I’ve wondered what Thomas would do if I died or if he thinks I’ve died.
    That does give me a few ideas.
    “Martin, you and Corey stay behind and get this mess figured out. Aiden will see me to my next appointment.” Thomas demands of the two and then speaks to Aiden, his right-hand bitch.
    “Yes sir,” Martin and Corey say in unison.
    “Sir.” Aiden the next douchebag to go gestures for Thomas to exit the door.
    Thomas nods his head turning toward the door. He stops and spins to his side glaring at me and then showing a slight smile on his evil face. “Evan, you have a very lovely woman there. It would, ah… be a shame if she had to go away don’t you think?” Aiden places my father’s suit jacket on. “You would be wise to consider what we’ve discussed, and I’ll be expecting your call accepting my offer no later than ten p.m. D.C. time tomorrow…” he