Angel and the Assassin: Be Brave

He held Kael‟s cock by the base and enclosed it in
    his hot mouth once again. Up and down he sucked. Kael swore he could actually feel
    his cum flow upward from his balls and into his cock, flooding Angel‟s mouth. The
    heat in his balls and thighs surged outward, spreading over his torso in flames. He
    gritted his teeth and released a strangled cry as his back arched up off the bed.
    “Holy fuck,” he moaned.
    Eyes closed, Kael rolled onto his side, drawing his knees up. It took a long time
    for his breathing to slow and become even. The aftermath of his orgasm tingled all
    the way to his extremities. Angel lay beside him, and when Kael opened his eyes,
    the boy was watching him. “I love you, Daddy,” he said quietly.
    Kael opened his arms and pulled Angel into his chest. “You are an amazing
    boy.”
    Angel snuggled into his neck. Kael stretched past him and pressed the light
    switch on the console, sinking them into complete darkness. Angel drew the duvet
    up over them.
    “Sweetheart, when we met, why did you come with me so willingly when you
    had just seen me kill your stepfather?”
    “Daddy, I don‟t know what you mean.”
    “You saw me kill a man in your house, and yet when I told you to come home
    with me, you came without question.”
    “I trusted you,” Angel said simply. “You said you wouldn‟t hurt me. I trusted
    you.”

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    “Why did you trust me?”
    “Daddy, I don‟t understand why you‟re asking this.”
    “I kill people for a living,” Kael whispered. “You know that. I tell you not to ask
    questions, and it would be dangerous for you to know any details. But you saw
    firsthand what I do.”
    “Yes. But they only send you after bad guys, don‟t they, Daddy?”
    “Yes,” he said, though he had no idea if that was true and he had never cared.
    “But the fact is that you saw something you shouldn‟t have, and I was supposed to
    get rid of you because of it, whether you were good or bad.”
    “I know, Daddy. But you couldn‟t.”
    “That‟s true.” At least he couldn‟t with Angel. He had killed innocent
    bystanders in the past because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
    “I guess I knew that. Maybe it was intuition, or maybe I just believed you
    when you said you wouldn‟t hurt me.”
    Kael paused for a long moment, unsure how to phrase the next question. He
    couldn‟t give Angel any details. “If you were a kid in distress and I said I was going
    to come back and rescue you, would you believe me?”
    “Daddy?” Angel asked, confused.
    “Just answer.”
    “Yes. A million times yes. Why do you think Zoe and Amelia like you so much?
    You think they just like terrorizing you, don‟t you?” He giggled. “But the truth is
    that if they were hurt or scared and their dads weren‟t around, they‟d go to you
    before they‟d go to me for help even though they really like me.”
    “Why?”
    “Because they‟re smart as hell and they know you‟re true to your word and
    that you would protect them. You‟re so certain of everything, Daddy. They‟d feel
    safe with you.”
    Kael blew out a breath. He had to stop thinking about Ekaterina. “Go to sleep,
    sweetheart.”
    “I‟m so happy you‟re home, Daddy. I worry about you when you‟re not here. I
    worry in case something happens to you when you‟re working.”
    “Nothing will happen to Daddy.” He kissed Angel and held him until the boy
    was fast asleep in his arms.

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    Chapter Twelve

    Kael‟s afternoon class on gaining entry to secure premises had been a great
    success. Angel was doing well at college. His mum had phoned that morning
    insisting he and Angel go to Liverpool for Easter, and he had agreed. Everything in
    Kael‟s life was good. So why was he distracted and short-tempered?
    Because that morning, more than a week after successfully returning Graham
    Clement to England, he had caught sight of Angel standing by the window, the sun
    gleaming on his blond hair—and he had thought of Ekaterina again. “ I’ll come back
    for you .” The trust in her young eyes was the same trust he‟d seen in Angel‟s eyes
    when he had told him the day they met that he wouldn‟t hurt him. Angel had
    believed him at once.
    Snatching his secure-line phone from his belt, he punched in the code.
    “What is it?” Conran‟s surprise was evident in the cautious question. Kael
    never phoned him.
    “I‟m outside by the river. I need to