Fallen Moon

Chapter 05: Dreadful News

Angel's training session with Lord Alexander had at last ended. Just like he did every day after training, Angel took a nice refreshing shower. He started to scrub the ravishing strands of his hair with shampoo. The water droplets continued to pour down his hair to his haled chest further down to his chiseled abs. As he cleansed himself, his mind continued to think about Patience. There was still no sign of her or Brandon for that matter. This supply run, it's taking much longer than usual. Something's not right.

"Where could they have gone?" Angel turned the knobs of the shower stopping the flow of the water. He stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel to dry off his soaked skin. He started to wrap the towel around his waist but as he did, the door to his bedroom opened.

"Blaire," Angel groaned as Lord Alexander's daughter walked over to him. Her lips began to tease his tender neck. Her hands trailing down his chest heading toward the towel. "You rarely come to my room, is there something you need?" She started to remove the towel, Angel gripped it keeping it on.

"I just wanted to tell you that," Blaire placed her hands on his chest. "Brandon has returned from his mission." -Mission?!- "It's not important right at this moment, we can deal with it after you remove this towel." Angel jerked away as she reached for the towel. She tried to touch him, he moved her hands aside.

"We'll discuss this now," Angel glared at her. "You sent Brandon on a mission without telling me," He raised his voice at her. "I'm the commander and that is my team you're sending out. You have the nerve to send them out without so much as telling me first." He opened his drawer taking out a pair of black boxer briefs. "I can't believe you'd do that." He slammed his drawer in anger.

"Your team," Blaire laughed. "They belong to me," She placed her hand on her chest. "You are nothing but a figure head." She glared at him. "Don't forget your place dear, I'd hate to remind you who's in charge." She started to reach for the towel, he smacked her hands. "I thought we had this discussion already."

"Yeah, well," Angel walked over to his closet. "Think again," He searched through his clothes for something to wear. "You dare call them yours." He threw a black muscle shirt on the bed. "I'm the one looking out of them." He took out a black jacket with a grey skull on the back placing it on his bed. "Selene's the one training them." He grabbed a pair of distressed blue jeans setting them on the bed. "The only thing you seem to do," Angel grabbed his memento necklace off his dresser. "Is, sit your fancy ass down on a throne while we do all the work." He put his necklace around his neck.

"You don't have a right to send my team on a mission without telling me." Angel pointed at his chest. "I don't give a damn who your father is," He shouted. "I will protect my friends." Blaire punched him in the jaw, he endured the strike. He turned his head to face her with a defiant glare in his eyes. "Hit me all you want," He wiped the blood from his lip. "I'm still not going to give you what you want." Blaire punched him in the jaw once more. He wiped his lip walking toward his bed.

"Since when did you get the balls to stand up to me." Blaire raised her voice. "Perhaps I should tell my father just how disobedient you are." She blocked his path keeping him from getting dressed. "Take off that towel." She ordered. "You are mine, if I say have sex with me then you have sex with me. Do you understand or, do I need to remind you?" Blaire balled her hand into a fist. She went to hit Angel, he caught her fist gripping it tightly. "You son of a," Angel gripped tighter, hurting her.

"I normally don't like hurting women but," Angel replied. "If you ever send my team out again without telling me." He gripped tighter. "I will not hesitate to use my training on you. Woman or not, you will not endanger the lives of those I care about." He released her hand. "Now get the hell out of my room." He pointed towards the door.