Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 142

Deacon POV;

The training has been intense for the new recruits. But I think we finally got them whipped into shape. Most of them who weren’t angels already knew how to fight and they didn’t fight

fair.

Many of them were exiled for being ruthless killers, bloodlust–fueled fighters, and dangerous criminals. Exactly what I needed to take down my son. he thought that his ethics and morals would protect him, but that’s not how the world works I knew what needed to be done and I

had the guts to do it.

All the slime and all the grease of the world Id pile it over myself to protect me from

anything he threw at me.

“Sir the recruits seem to be doing all right. The week, but with food and training, they’ll be

good cannon fodder,” Cyrus updated me.

“Good and those special hires I brought in?” I looked over at the group of wolf soldiers. Some wolves leave so that they can enlist and defend their country. Even if they’re not angels among men they still wanted some combat. I got in touch with a few looking for a quick bucks

They have been court–marshalled for pocketing some extra payment. I was happy to

pockets once more.

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fine their

any word from Jackson?” I asked him. The man shook his head and avoided my gaze.

“He probably got too close and had to go underground,” I announced. There was no way he’d been captured. He’d been working with me for a long time and I trusted him to get the job done. He knew what would happen if he didn’t.

“Sir I think it’s time that we face the fact he could be captured. We haven’t heard from him in

days,” Cyrus piped up.

his opinion, but that’s the thing with these wolves. They think

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it because he’s a beta. no not in my world in my world. The only one who could voice their opinion was

fine if he isn’t they send

there was one thing he was good for it was walking

to talk himself

I should’ve known one day. I would end up back here,

I had to see this through, and perhaps

son to mold.

clinging to his mother. Like father, like son. The words bitterly clung in

habit.

me to hold him. She

that would live forever, enormous, power, and

all I had the Adams corporation was a breathing beast that dominated

I would leave it in the capable hands of my

begging for Mercy, and she realized she should’ve trusted my instincts

to my private corner of the gym, a dark room, where no one could see me. I went

contracts as I ran. I

that needed attending to as I punched the bag.

my face and would crush each of them easily. They thought that came from an honest relationship

wolf, not letting the rat bastard get

my thoughts wandered back to Jackson. If he had

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would tell me they’d send proof so I would be

was planning to

I was taking in rouges and training them. They were already

anything about me, I made sure of that, but he was a PI he knew how to find out things. Perhaps I should’ve

have told him to go near Amaria’s house. She wouldn’t hurt to fly

themselves, she was an upstanding citizen, the angel, the patron saint of that pack, but there was one person in this world she would always kill for.

didn’t have it in

and her herbs. Her sewing in her rule–following. She