Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

Kael’s nostrils, and he knew the man
    had wet himself. “I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have hit her. But she was just
    a whore, for God’s sake. Are you her pimp?”
    A bubbling chuckle that he couldn’t control rose from Kael’s belly. A pimp .
    Without moving the scalpel, he let his laughter overtake him for a minute. Then the
    words just a whore caught at him, and his laughter died abruptly. What had
    Romodanovsky said? “She’s just a maid.”
    Deliberately, while looking directly into the man’s eyes, Kael hit the button with
    his thumb to release the scalpel blade. The man’s eyes and mouth opened wide in
    shock. Stepping neatly to one side, Kael slid the blade from the jugular vein. The blood
    from the girl’s broken nose had poured freely, but jugular blood pumped fast and hot.
    A surge of adrenaline washed through Kael’s body, filling him with a much-needed
    endorphin rush.
    Falling to his knees at Kael’s feet, the man clutched his neck, attempting to stop
    the blood, but nothing could stop his life from draining from him. Taking several more
    steps away, Kael watched until the target stopped moving.
    On the street, he removed his latex gloves, and with an alcohol pad, he carefully
    wiped the blood from the scalpel, retracted the blade, and pocketed the weapon. The
    gloves and the wipe he tossed into a rubbish bin as he passed. Smiling, he walked
    home, feeling intensely relieved.
    The flat was quiet and dark as he had left it, but as he approached the bedroom, he
    saw a crack of light under the door and heard voices. Angel was sitting up in bed
    watching something on his laptop. When he saw Kael, he bit his bottom lip, looking
    guilty. “I couldn’t sleep, Daddy.”
    Stripping his clothes off, Kael dropped them into the basket for the dry cleaner
    and carried the shoes to the bathroom, where he cleaned the soles at the sink. Angel
    wandered in to watch him. “Did you step in something?”
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    Kael smiled at him in the mirror. “You know me, just being a clean freak as
    usual.” He handed the shoes to Angel. “Put them away while I take a quick shower.”
    “That’s your third shower today,” Angel said, taking the shoes from him.
    Within five minutes, Kael was in bed with his boy. Propped up on pillows beside
    Angel, he asked, “What are you watching?”
    Angel swiveled his laptop so that Kael could see it too. “It’s an OVA. That means
    original video anime.”
    “Does it?” Angel loved explaining his interests and pursuits to him, and to Kael it
    was like a different world. The fourteen years between them sometimes seemed like
    twenty. Angel was so young compared to Kael at his age. All Kael had been interested
    in from the age of twelve was sex, sports, and academics.
    Angel loved art and yaoi comics and fashion. “Yes, Sir. It’s called Okane ga Nai . See
    this boy?” He pointed at the screen.
    “The skinny blond? Reminds me of you a little.”
    Angel’s eyes always opened wide when he smiled. “It’s a very cool plot, Daddy.
    The blond boy is Ayase, and he was betrayed by his cousin and sold to pay a debt. He
    ends up in a sex slave auction and is bought by Kanou. That’s him with the dark hair,
    tall and handsome, but not as handsome as you, Daddy.”
    “No, of course not,” Kael said.
    Chuckling, Angel continued. “Kanou tells Ayase he can buy his freedom by
    having sex with him. So he does, but he’s very nervous about his feelings for another
    man. They both are.”
    “That’s the whole plot?” Kael asked. “They could make an opera out of that.”
    “That’s pretty much it. But the sex scenes are hot.” Angel turned off his laptop and
    slid it under the bed. “Daddy, Freddie phoned when you were out. He asked if I could
    babysit. I said it was probably okay and I would ask you. Zoe and Amelia asked if
    Uncle Kael would come too and read them a story.”
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    Kael switched off the light to hide his smile while Angel rolled onto his side and
    into Kael’s arms. Freddie and Adam’s two little girls were growing on him. He was still
    nervous of them and found their behavior incomprehensible, but they seemed to love
    him. “Yes, all right. We’ll both go. But don’t ever get any ideas about adopting children.
    Got it?”
    “No danger. I don’t want anyone taking your attention away from me, Daddy.”
    Sniffing deeply, Kael inhaled the fresh, sweet scent of