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Angela Shyna.
ANGELHe looked confident, like he expected me to obey. And maybe an older instinct he’d trained almost moved. But my devotion to Daddy was greater.“No, get away from Daddy. I don’t want to kill you too, don’t make me do it, Daniel. Get. Away. From. Him. And. Walk. Away.” A half insane laugh and half sob escaped my mouth. “You always ruin things, you should have stayed dead, why did you come back? You and your crazy bitch sister only know how to ruin our lives!” I screamed at him, my chest heaving with exertion. Tears of anger, hate, confusion, fear, all of it streaking down my face.I just wanted to close my eyes and wake up in Daddy’s arms. Why were these people coming between us. “You’ll kill me for him?” I saw hurt behind those grey eyes. Real hurt. Daniel fired without warning.Daddy was already moving when the prongs left the barrel. But the taser was faster than instinct.I fired once.Missed.Twice.Missed.Fire. Fire. Fire.Maybe it was my bad luck for missing moving obje
ANGEL“Put the gun down, Angel.” Daniel said calmly. The voice he’d used when he was teaching me something — a lesson, a skill, a new way to please him. The teaching voice that expected obedience.Like we were back in that room on the island and he was showing me how to kneel properly and all I had to do was listen and everything would be fine.“Get that thing away from him.” I stood, naked as I was with my full body on display, and aimed at Daniel. My arms extended. My grip… not so steady.Vincent shoved Jillian to the floor. She crumpled on the ground with a wet sob, both hands clutching her destroyed eye, and Daddy didn’t spare her so much as a glance. He stepped over her body the way you’d step over something dead on the road and faced Daniel.The room changed. I felt it. The way the energy shifted when these two men locked eyes. Like two storms colliding in a space too small to contain either one. Vincent was unarmed. Daniel had the weapon and the advantage. And judging by that p
ANGEL“Then she dies knowing her daddy tried.” His eyes found mine briefly as his grip tightened on her throat, pressing her harder against his chest. That brief look — it reached across the room and wrapped around me like his arms couldn’t. “And you die when your carotid empties onto this stage. Your men collect their paychecks from a corpse. And I bleed out next to my daughter knowing I took you with me.”He tilted his head, his mouth close to her ear in a way that sprang hot undiluted jealousy through me. “You want to play math, Jillian? Let’s play math. In every version of this equation, you die painfully. Tell them to drop their weapons!”“Hold your positions!” Jillian barked, her voice climbing into something shrill and desperate. “He’s bluffing! He won’t hurt me when—”Vincent sliced her cheek, a thin line that opened her skin from the corner of her mouth toward her ear. Not deep. Just enough to split the surface and release a bright red ribbon of blood that ran down her jaw,
ANGELTime went still. Daddy’s response didn’t come. One second. Two seconds.The silence in the room was so heavy I could feel it pressing against my bare skin like a hand.Daniel spoke first, a faint smirk curved on his lips, as though he was enjoying Daddy’s struggle. “Surely it shouldn’t be so hard to pick, you don’t want these animals touching her. Do you?” His gaze swept over the men with their hard cocks and their hungry grins like he was inspecting something beneath him. “Look at them, Vin. Their dirty hands. Their ugly cocks.” He made a sound of disgust. “Angel deserves better than that. She’s not some street whore to be passed around. So beg me to get your daughter, my fucking good girl pregnant.” He taunted, his gaze raking over to me. “I bet she’ll like it, I don’t doubt she is wet right now,”Vincent’s gaze was a dark storm, his fury thickening the air in the room. I could see his chest rising and falling with the effort of keeping himself leashed. Jillian was still
ANGEL “I won’t play your foolish game!” Jillian sighed like she’d expected this response and had planned for it. She turned to the man holding my jaw. “He chose red, unfortunately.” Her voice was sweet with feigned regret. “And according to it, his daughter gets played with a knife.” “No—!” The scream tore from me, fear flaring through every nerve. “Jillian, stop!” “Don’t move, husband! One step and she dies!” Jillian’s voice snapped through the room like a whip crack. Vincent froze. Mid-step. His whole body rigid with the effort of stopping himself. My eyes rounded with horror as the man reached into his pocket and produced a blade. Curved and stainless. It caught the light, gleaming. “Stop now!” Vincent’s voice exploded through the room. The knife moved. Fast. Slashing through air and fabric — my shirt shredding apart in ragged strips, falling away from my body. It miraculously missed my flesh. Except now I was topless. And I wasn’t wearing a bra. The cold attacked my breas
ANGELCeline left and the men came in without warning. Three of them. Big and ugly, they approached my bed while I struggled against the ropes, alarms flaring through me. They worked and I felt the binds around my wrists loosened. For half a heartbeat, hope surged — hot and stupid but it was immediately crushed when six hands grabbed me at once.“Don’t touch me!” The scream ripped from my mouth, raw and furious. I thrashed. Kicked. My legs flailing against nothing because they had me lifted off the ground. They were three grown men carrying one girl through a doorway while she screamed herself hoarse. “Where are you taking me?!”“Oh, you’ll see, dear daughter,” Jillian laughed from behind us. I twisted in their grip, unwilling to give up. Somehow, I managed to wrench one arm loose. My nails raked across a face — I felt skin tear under my fingers, heard the satisfying hiss of pain — and for one wild second I was half-free, scrambling for anything.“Stop moving, bitch! I’ll blow your f
ANGELKevin wanted me badly. I wanted Daddy just as desperately. The similarities between us were so familiar. When I stared at his eyes, it was like looking through a mirror.We both had the same stubbornness and persistence even though we’ve been rejected numerous times. We were still circling th
ANGEL“I s-swear, Mr Vale, she just climbed upstairs to bring you coffee, how did this happen?!” Mrs Martha’s hysterical cry broke through the air. “I’ll dial the doctor right away!” I couldn’t focus on her words or the sounds of her hurried footsteps. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Just him
ANGELMy head was splitting apart. My neck felt like it was being stabbed by a pin constantly. My eyes were too heavy to open. I hadn’t felt this sick in a long time, the kind of headache that made me feel like the organ which I supposedly needed to survive was working against me, trying to explode
ANGELMy gaze darted frantically, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.The walls of the room were pristine white, contrasting the pastel pink of my own bedroom.The furniture was minimal: a double-sized mattress on which I was lying, a dresser, and a chair in one corner. Confirming my own kidnap







