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.

need or want his opinion, but that’s the thing with these wolves. They

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world in my world. The only one who could voice

if he isn’t they send me a

good for it was walking away when he knew he should. at least his survival instincts

talk himself

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

to see this through, and perhaps I would get myself a little

son to

his mother. Like father, like son. The

habit.

she begged me to

live forever, enormous, power,

I had the Adams corporation was a

it in

saw her again, she’d be begging for Mercy, and she realized she should’ve trusted my instincts a long

the gym, a dark room, where no one could see

as I ran. I discussed with

needed attending to as I

look at my face and would crush each of them

letting the rat bastard get a

wall my thoughts wandered back to Jackson. If he had

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

know? He knew I was planning

they knew too that I was taking in rouges and training them. They

made sure of that, but he was a PI he knew how to find out things. Perhaps I should’ve kept him on a tighter leash.

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

citizen, the angel, the patron saint of that

she didn’t have it

garden and her herbs. Her sewing in