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do with her son. In her own words, “ He
    can damn well look after himself. I’m sick of kids .” Obviously the boy did not know
    the extent of his mother‟s abandonment because he had asked the maid in his e-
    mail to contact his mother and tell her he was safe.
    The e-mail was easy to trace. It had come from a Starbucks within half an
    hour‟s walk of Kael Saunders‟s flat. That had been the catalyst for him ordering the
    laborious and time-consuming checks of the CCTV footage at Logan International
    Airport and again at Heathrow Airport, which had informed him that a slender
    young man had accompanied Saunders to London.
    If Kael Saunders was anything at all, he was stunningly intelligent and
    utterly ruthless. It would not surprise him in the slightest if Saunders had fancied
    the boy for a change from his usual type and had taken him along for fun, planning
    to kill him in a few days or weeks.
    Or did he have another plan?
    Was it possible he had gone rogue and decided to hand the boy over to the
    Bosnians for a fee so they could use him as a pawn to negotiate for their guns?
    MI6 and the Americans had been working for half a year to get rid of
    Andresen, seize his arms shipments, and infiltrate the Bosnian terrorist cell that
    was determined to reignite the war in the former Yugoslavia. The shipment was
    due to go through in a week. Andresen was supposed to be dead, and a
    doppelgänger operative was to meet the Bosnians, specifically a man named
    Beganovic, and go back to their headquarters, which was nothing more than a farm
    in the hill country of Bosnia. From there the GPS would lead in the SWAT team in
    order to take out the terrorists. He knew now that the three who were shot in the
    gay club were part of the group, and he knew Saunders had killed them, but why?
    He could not blame Saunders for the balls-up by cleanup, but he had never
    known the man to be so stupid as to take a witness home with him. That boy must
    know what had happened. He had to have seen the kill.
    The operative rarely if ever knew the details of why they had to take out a
    target. Conran had no one to blame but himself after that humiliating conversation
    in his office. He had always been impossibly attracted to Saunders despite hating

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    him. He had wanted to keep him there longer, hoping something would happen
    between them. If Saunders planned to use the boy as a pawn, he had got the
    information from him. Nobody must find that out.
    The boy had to be eliminated, and Saunders needed to be brought in for
    assessment.

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    Chapter Eleven

    “What are we going to do today, Daddy?”
    Kael watched Angel standing at the sink naked, washing the coffee cups and
    the plate from his fruit salad. Steam from the rushing hot water rose up, making
    his face damp.
    “Daddy, are we going to buy some groceries so I can cook for you? I‟m your
    houseboy now, right? Can we get some real food in? I‟m sick of fruit and ordered-in
    roast chicken and smoked salmon. I want macaroni and cheese. I want mashed
    potatoes.” When he got no answer, Angel pressed the tap, cutting off the hiss of the
    water.
    Kael sat on a stool at the kitchen counter in his jeans, bare-chested and
    barefoot, watching Angel.
    “Daddy? What‟s that silly grin for?”
    Kael‟s grin widened. As mad as it would have seemed to him just a few weeks
    ago, he liked being called Daddy. In the past his only responsibility to a sub was to
    leave no long-term damage and make sure the boy had a good time, or at least got
    what he wanted. But Angel needed much more: protection, guidance, and affection.
    He didn‟t know whether to feel flattered at the boy‟s trust or angry at the
    responsibility, which he had never anticipated and did not ask for.
    “You never shut up. Look at you standing there washing dishes with your bare
    arse.” He leaned both elbows on the counter, shaking his head, laughing.
    “Do I look stupid?” Angel looked down at his pale, slender body, his hairless
    chest, and the golden pubic hair around his cock. He was lovely, but he didn‟t seem
    to know how lovely he was, which made him all the more appealing. Kael hated
    subs who thought they were God‟s gift because they were attractive. “I‟ll grow big
    like you. I could start working out when I‟m allowed to leave the apartment.” Kael
    continued to watch him. “Daddy, do I look stupid?” Angel repeated.
    Avoiding Kael‟s eyes, he snatched the