~ HIS ANGEL BOY SERIES, BOOK 1 ✔ ~
"Don't try to fool yourself into thinking you didn't feel anything, Leto."
"I don't have to fool myself as I don't feel anything for you."
"Don't lie, don't make me do something I might regret."
"I doubt a creature...
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~Freddie~
The portal I created has taken me to where I think he might be, these pricks have taken him because of me and I will never forgive myself if they have seriously hurt him.
Stepping out of my portal I stand in front of some kind of warehouse building, but what kind of guys would take him here?
Being cautious, I step my way quietly around an open doorway to where I hear distant voices. The voices I hear are vaguely familiar, I use my senses to try to listen in on their conversation and I know immediately who they are.
Boss, the boy is dying on us.
Well don't let him.
But boss-
Keep him alive by any matters necessary until Turner appears, then kill him.
Kill him? What's the point?
What do I fucking pay you for?
Yes, I am sorry boss.
Fuck.
I know him, I most definitely know that voice. I stole a shit ton of stuff for Ro and I from him, it started with a small loan of money and the idiotic airhead I was back then took advantage of his kindness and decided to rob him blind.
Demitri Standoslav.
That's him, on the outside he looks like he can kill you with just one punch but on the inside he's all fluffs and cotton balls. He hates violence, in fact he banned violence of any kind back in the day in his old gang.
So why hurt Leto?
And why after just over 100 years come after me now? It just seems so out of character for him, it must be someone else pushing his buttons from the sidelines; he would never hold a grudge this long and deliver it with violence.
Demitri is a demiGod and is 600 years old, his Father is unknown but his Mother was a Goddess that not everyone knows about, she's not in any history books or texts out there, she's only in our memories.
Honery Standoslav, gentle is her nature, protector is her being, all hail Honery the Protector of the Realm and Mother Earth herself.
Walking around the outside of the building a bit more, I notice a pair of Converse shoes that particularly look familiar...but what are they doing out here?
Why doesn't he have his shoes on?
I tiptoe towards the main door which I think they are holding him in, full senses on to prevent any unannounced attacks, I hear shallow breathing and heavy boots slamming backwards and forwards across hard flooring.
He's in there.
But I can't just go in there all guns blazing, they'll maybe kill him on the spot, but what do I do? I can't just leave him in there, everything hurts, I smell burnt flesh and a strong scent of blood.
