Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

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    stock. All that matters is that you are here. Now call the boy and come inside. Let’s
    talk.”
    “I’m leaving. Don’t try to stop me or someone will die.”
    “Stay just for tonight. I’ll fly you home on my private plane tomorrow if you
    want.”
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    “No, you won’t. I want nothing from you.” Kael looked at Angel, who stood
    beside the car, staring intently into the dense oak forest. Following the line of the boy’s
    gaze, he saw nothing.
    “Daddy!” At a run, Angel crossed the thirty feet of snow-covered lawn between
    them. “There’s a threat in the forest.”
    “Impossible,” Romodanovsky said. “I have hundreds of security patrolling every
    inch of my land. You are probably looking at my plainclothesmen.”
    “Shut up,” Kael said to Romodanovsky. “Where?” Angel pointed into the dense,
    bare-branched trees several hundred yards away. “I don’t see anything. Give me the
    coordinates.”
    Angel told him the exact location and still Kael could see nothing. “Tell your men
    to check the forest,” Kael told the Russian. “The threat is twenty-five hundred feet
    away.”
    “The boy is mistaken. He can’t possibly see that far and not through dense forest.”
    “Die then! I don’t give a shit.” He grabbed Angel’s hand. “Let’s get in the car and
    get out of here.”
    “There’s two of them. They’re getting closer. They’ve got high-powered rifles.
    Another minute and they’ll be able to take a shot. ” The tone of Angel’s voice made Kael
    realize how seriously his boy perceived the threat. “Daddy, get me a rifle. I’ll take them
    out.”
    Kael looked about and spotted a uniformed guard holding a Steyr LG 110. “Tell
    him to get over here,” Kael said.
    For a split second, the Russian looked at him and then beckoned the guard. “Give
    the boy your gun.” The man met Romodanovsky’s gaze hesitantly before obeying.
    Angel grabbed the rifle and looked through the scope. “Get him down! The dude’s
    getting ready to take a shot!”
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    Kael dragged Romodanovsky to the ground just as a bullet flew past, clipping the
    man’s shoulder. Angel stood focusing on his target. Kael’s stomach flipped when he
    realized how vulnerable his boy was to getting killed. Angel scoped his target and, a
    split second later, fired twice. “Got them! I got them both, Daddy.”
    A small army of men took off toward the trees. Kael pulled Romodanovsky to his
    feet and grabbed Angel by the arm, running with both of them toward the house. Inside
    the beautiful entrance, he went to the window to watch. The threat had been
    eliminated. Angel looked up at him with a grin on his face. “I guess I did something
    good.”
    “You are a boy genius.” Kael laughed and hugged him. He glanced at
    Romodanovsky. “Not that I care if you live or die, but my boy just did some brilliant
    work.”
    “He did. Please come to the fire.”
    Romodanovsky walked into the extensive, beautifully furnished living room with
    a roaring fire in the hearth. A servant, who appeared as if from nowhere, poured three
    glasses of vodka. Kael drank his one mouthful, but Angel looked dubiously at his glass.
    “Would you like something different, Angel?” the Russian asked.
    “Can I have hot chocolate, please, sir?”
    With an indulgent laugh, Romodanovsky said, “Of course. You can have anything
    you want. You just saved my life.” He spoke in Russian to the servant, who hurried
    away. “How did you see those men without a scope or binoculars?”
    “I’ve got extremely long vision. Unusually long,” Angel said. He looked up at
    Kael. “Right, Daddy?”
    “You’re exceptional in every way,” Kael told him. He didn’t even try to hide the
    love in his voice and his expression. Why should he? He was so proud of Angel.
    “I will employ you too,” Romodanovsky said. “You could have a brilliant career
    in my service.”
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    Even if Romodanovsky wasn’t the man who had raped his mum thirty-three years
    ago, he had raped other women, and despite the things Kael had done without a second
    thought, he could not bear that. But he found himself fascinated by the man.
    “Please sit down.” When Kael hesitated at the invitation, Romodanovsky said, “At
    least until the threat has been investigated.”
    Without removing his coat, Kael threw his hat on the beautiful, traditional