Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

did,” he agreed.
    “You loved it when you were a kid.”
    It was true. He had loved it. He’d forgotten that.
    When he noticed Angel’s eyes drifting shut, he said, “Go and get ready for bed,
    sweetheart.” Angel rose drowsily and wandered off.
    “He’s such a good boy. He always does what you tell him.” Smiling, Sharon
    watched Angel go.
    “Mum, don’t let Shawn back into your life,” Kael said.
    “Why? You liked him when I went out with him years ago. He was like a dad to
    you that summer, taking you all over the place, spending all that time with you. Were
    you disappointed when he left?”
    Avoiding the question, Kael said, “I just want you to be happy, Mum.”
    “I am happy,” she said. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world. I’ve got you and
    Angel. Look, luv, I know Shawn’s nothing special and he’s lazy, but he’s a decent fella
    deep down. He’s a good laugh.”
    “Did he tell you he’d been in jail recently?”
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    “As a matter of fact he did. Stolen goods or something.” Sharon got up from her
    chair and sat on the couch beside him, tucking her arm through his. “You’re such a
    good son. But I can look after myself. I haven’t seen anyone in a couple of years, and
    I’m lonely. You’ve got your lovely Angel now. Don’t you want me to have someone?”
    “Of course I do, but what about the flower shop? Men come in and out of there all
    the time.” When his mum had finally given up working in the old peoples’ homes and
    the launderette, it had been at Kael’s insistence. But he was glad when she got the job in
    the flower shop near Marks and Spencer. She was like him: always had to be doing
    something.
    “I love that job, but the only men who come in there are buying flowers for some
    other woman.” She smiled. “Shawn’s not that bad. He’s good company.”
    “He’s not good enough for you,” Kael said.
    “At least he never laid a hand on me, not like the others.”
    Leaning down, Kael kissed the top of her head. “It’s up to you, Mum. But please
    don’t let him use you like he did last time.”
    He carried the empty glasses to the kitchen while his mum turned out the lights.
    In the hallway to the bedrooms, she kissed him good night. “I’m going to have a nice
    hot shower and have a good night’s sleep. Do you have anything special you want to do
    tomorrow?”
    “Angel loves it here. He loves the yellow submarine outside the Beatles Museum,
    and he wants to get the ferry across to Birkenhead. But first thing we’re going to run to
    Otterspool.” He pulled her into a hug. “Mum, will you come to London for New Year?
    Stephen Conran invited you to a New Year party with Angel and me. You enjoyed it
    last year.”
    “You hated him at school, and now you’re friends. Funny how things work out
    like that.” She laughed. “But all them posh people, Kael. I don’t belong there.”
    “You belong anywhere. You’re better than all of them. Most of those women have
    never done a hand’s turn in their lives.”
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    “I don’t think so, love, not this year. You go to bed now and kiss Angel good night
    for me.”
    Kael entered the bedroom to find Angel naked and bent at the waist, picking up
    his socks, his long hair falling forward over his shoulders. His slender body looked
    vulnerable and very sexy. “Stand up straight, boy, and remain where you are.”
    Obeying instantly, Angel tossed the socks into the wash basket and remained on
    the spot while Kael went to the wardrobe and took the paddle from the shelf. His boy
    did not speak, but his eyes opened wide in question. “Mum’s getting in the shower. She
    won’t hear a thing. Are you fully awake again?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good. Brace yourself.”
    His cock already growing hard, Angel spread his feet to about ten inches and
    joined his hands at the back of his head.
    “Good boy. Are you solid on your feet?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel’s voice was low and breathy, his eyes already unfocused and
    hazy. He was heading for subspace without so much as a crack across his backside.
    “Stay present,” Kael said. “We don’t have much time for warm-up.” Quickly Kael
    threw off his clothes. He preferred to be naked during a scene, enjoying the freedom
    and sensuality of it. Standing to Angel’s side, he waited, listening intently for the rush
    of water from the bathroom on the other side of the wall. The second it