Cursed Angels by Edwards Anna & René Dani

Author:Edwards, Anna & René, Dani
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Archer

I’ve been standing naked in front of the mirror for an hour now. I should shower and get my shit together, but I can’t. I can still feel this Samara on my skin; her scent lingers around me and stifles my nostrils with confusion. Our combined essences, though now dry, coat my dick. How the fuck can I have sex with someone and not remember it? How can I completely forget her when I so obviously have feelings for her? All I have inside me, for the woman named Samara, is a murderous rage for the murder of our doctors. I’ve been at The Factory all my life because my parents died when I was a baby. I know nothing different, and I’ve trusted the decisions they’ve made for me implicitly, but right now, I’m questioning everything. These people have trained me to be the astute killer that I am. They’ve clothed, fed, and watered me. Anything I’ve needed, they’ve sorted, so why do I feel like a puppet on a string, dangling to another’s whim?

Damn it. I need to man the fuck up. I’m being a total wimp here and allowing a bit of pussy to cloud my judgement. I’m a made man. I don’t have to worry about a thing again, and this woman, no matter who she was to me in the past, is not going to get in my way.

I stare forward, my eyes glued to the reflection.

“I’m a soldier. I fight for what is right. I’m a soldier. I deliver justice where it's needed. I’m a soldier, and you can’t beat me.”

I deliver the ingrained motto and step into the shower and wash the last remnants of the forgotten encounter off me. I warned that woman to stay away from my doctors, but I have a feeling she won’t, so it’s about time I turned the tables on her.

When the water starts to run cold, I step out of the shower, dry, and dress in a plain khaki T-shirt with black combat trousers. I pull on heavy boots designed to cause maximum damage when used for inflicting pain. A gun is secured to my torso, not that I’ll use it unless I have to, and a knife is tucked into my boot. I grab a jacket and head toward the front door of my apartment, ready to do some digging into Samara and Hunter. I don’t get far though as Rebekah stands there with a raised eyebrow.

“I hear you’ve been out?” she questions.

“I have,” I reply with disinterest. I want to go back to the graveyard and see what else I can find out about this Diana woman.

“And?”

“And what?”

“For fuck's sake, Archer, stop playing games. Did you find the cunts killing my doctors?” Rebekah has her fists clenched tightly. She looks ready to explode. It really is bothering her that the doctors are dying.

“Why are you so concerned? Surely you have enough money to throw at another one to do the same thing.”

“Are you serious?” she screeches.

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