Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

and now this idiot telling him what his boy should do: supporting
    Angel’s ideas about joining SIS and taking gap years. The urge to kill someone was
    frighteningly strong. “There will be no gap year,” Kael said without margin. “I’ll look
    into other universities and let you know what I decide, but we will be applying to
    Cambridge.”
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    The headmaster began to tap his fingertips on the desk, looking decidedly
    nervous. “Good. I’ll be happy to write letters of recommendation either this year or
    next. Just let me know.” Kael stood up, bringing the headmaster around his desk with
    his hand out to shake and a look of relief on his face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again,
    Mr. Saunders. Angel is a lovely young man. You’ve done very well by him.”
    With a brief handshake, Kael left the office, directing Angel out in front of him.
    They didn’t say a word until they were outside. “I parked in the school car park,” Kael
    said, striding across the forecourt toward his small, unobtrusive car.
    “You’re disappointed in me because I’m not a genius like you,” Angel called after
    him.
    Kael stopped and turned around. “That’s not true.” But he was disappointed. He
    wanted Angel to follow in his footsteps.
    “Yes, you are. I could see it in your face when you were talking to the headmaster.
    You wanted to kill him just because he said I should take a gap year and then go to
    some no-name university instead of the esteemed halls of fucking Cambridge.”
    “I did not want to kill him.” He did want to kill him. He would have happily killed
    anyone who looked at him at that moment.
    Not moving from the spot, an angry look on his face, Angel said, “I’m just an
    ordinary boy with an ex-stripper for a mother. I’ll never measure up to you, Kael .”
    “If you call me Kael again, I’m going to slap your arse right here in front of the
    school. Now come on!” When Angel failed to follow quickly enough, he turned round
    impatiently. “Get a move on.”
    At the car, Kael got in while Angel stood with his hands in his pockets kicking at
    stones. After starting the car, Kael wound the window down. “Get in. We’re going to
    get your hair cut. You look like a frigging girl.”
    “I’m going for walk.”
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    Before Kael could protest, Angel had walked between cars and out into the street.
    Furious, Kael whipped the car through the car park and onto the street until he came up
    beside Angel. Double-parking, he jumped out and went after him. “Get in the car.”
    “I don’t want my hair cut.”
    “Get in the fucking car.” To control a target out on the street, he would grab the
    left wrist with his left hand, twisting it backward in such a way that it forced even a big
    person to follow the movement for fear the wrist would break. Following the prescribed
    formula and wrapping his right arm around Angel’s waist, he steered him back to the
    car.
    “You’re going to break my fucking arm!” Angel protested.
    “No, I’m not, and don’t say ‘fuck’ when you’re talking to me.”
    “Fuck!” Angel screamed. “You say it!”
    Kael forced him into the car and ran around to get in the driver’s seat. By the time
    he was in, Angel was outside on the street again. Running. “Shit, shit, shit!” Kael
    screamed, banging the steering wheel.
    A beep at his waist had him scrambling to grab his phone. “Angel?” he said a
    second before he realized it was his secure line.
    “Saunders, is everything all right?”
    “Fuck off!” He threw the phone at the windscreen.

    * * * *
    Hurt and angry, Angel ran, tears pricking his eyes. There was nothing he hated

    more than disappointing Daddy. He already knew Mr. Staynton was not going to
    recommend him to Cambridge. On a couple of occasions over the past few weeks when
    they had spoken in passing about his plans, the headmaster had asked him if he
    preferred Durham over Leeds. He just didn’t have the heart to tell Daddy. Daddy was
    so smart and so sure of himself. Nothing scared him.
    I want to be like him. I want to be perfect for him.
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    Angry and hurt, he didn’t want to go home to face Daddy’s anger at his
    disobedience and failure. Taking out his iPhone, he called Jack.
    It was after eight o’clock when he met Jack outside Barcode in Soho. He’d never
    been there before because Daddy said it was for