(Takes place before the Prologue)“Shoot me, Angel.”The words hung in the air—a challenge, a plea, a silent dare.“You—! You’ve gone mad!” Angel shouted.But Tony only stared into those pretty violet eyes—wide with shock, trembling with horror—his gun shaking in Angel’s delicate grip.The same hands that Tony had always kissed like they were sacred.He reached out without thinking, needing to feel them again—but Angel pulled away.An ugly feeling began to stir inside him. The one he’d been suppressing for so long.The beast.“If it’s you…” Tony whispered, half-prayer, half-threat, “…I don’t mind dying by your hands.”And he meant every word.Twisted. Desperate.True.Because death, delivered by those divine hands? That would feel like mercy.A gift—compared to the daily, gnawing terror of losing Angel to someone else.To something else.He was aware of it—he was becoming an overbearing bastard.A controlling monster.But he couldn't help it.He couldn't stop.He had almost lost Ang
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