Light cannot exist without her sister darkness and the same can be said in reverse. But, even when they go hand in hand they're complete opposite.
This anthology is the same.
From demons, wicked and lusty, to pure angels, gods longing for love or...
He was preparing to let his next patient in when Carl, his right hand man, burst inside his clinic's office with a desperate expression on his rugged face. Dread washed over him when he took in his friend's appearance.
Carl wasn't a youngster― a man in his early fifties― he had a stern face and almost killer dark eyes. His stoic, serious expression was a permanent trait of him but now his eyes were wild and afraid... Something nothing like him.
"What happened?" His green eyes briefly glanced to his wife's picture over his desk. She smiled reassuringly at him in the black and white image.
"Smith betrayed us. The leech sent the 'coppers' after us and they swarmed the warehouse with guns blazing. Most of the boys are dead but a few survived and I sent them into hiding," Carl whispered, trying to catch his breath while tightening his hold on the Tommy Gun under his trench coat. "A few 'coppers' are tailing me so we need to disappear quickly."
"Leah must be escorted out of the city," the Doctor said, taking off his white coat and putting on the gray suit jacket. He went to the door and called his secretary over.
"Don't worry, boss. Mickey is taking care of Miss Caster."
A soft knock sounded on the door before a petite blond in her early twenties shyly entered the room.
Her green eyed employer ordered her to cancel the remaining appointments and close the clinic once she dispatched the patients. She almost asked him about the reason but one look at his grim face and the serious expression of his companion told her to keep her mouth shut, out of men businesses.
After she was ushered out, the Doctor took out his 1911's Colt pistol from a hidden compartment at his desk and hid it inside his jacket, grabbed his bag, put on his hat and rushed out of the office, followed closely behind by Carl.
It felt like yesterday when he took on his father's mantle and opened his medical office as a cover up for his businesses. Ten years! Ten years of beatings, assassinations, blackmailing, alcohol and weapons dealing, and so much more to maintain his father's... no, HIS fucking empire just to be stabbed in the back by one of his most trusted men! A man that had mourned by his side and helped him avenge his father's death. The outrageousness of it all boiled the blood under his skin.
He vowed to kill the bastard, slowly and without mercy. No one messed with Erik Caster, "The Doctor", and lived to tell the tale.
Once they took a step over the busy main street, police officers came running from the left side, their guns at the ready.
"It's been a pleasure, Erik. Take care," Carl whispered before he pushed him into the fleeing crowd and uncovered his Thompson from under his coat to shoot at the officers.
The Doctor ran, blending into the crowd, hearing how they gunned down his last remaining friend like he was some animal on the street. Only when he found himself at a safe distance did he slowed down to a walk and dared to glance back. The already gathering crowd made it impossible to check on his partner but even so his jaw and fists clenched as his eyes misted over. "Thanks, old friend. Let us meet in Hell." Crossing himself, he offered a small prayer for Carl to find a quick death while he rounded a corner and continued down the sidewalk at a steady pace.
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