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Authors: Marita A. Hansen

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Moments later, a
yell came from the
back of the house, startling me. The two sisters and my newest
angel sat up straight, their expressions worried. The bodyguard
with them pulled out his gun, causing the Rossos to scramble in all
directions. The big man yelled at the sisters and Thierry to leave.
They jumped off the couch and went for the front door, one of the
girls dragging the boy with her. The bodyguard followed them, but
instead of running, he backed towards the door, covering them with
his gun as they escaped. I jumped up and opened my door, the sound
of a gunshot stilling me for a second. The bodyguard went down, the
blood coming from his head telling me he was in Heaven or
Hell.

I entered
the lounge, my gaze being drawn
to the staircase. Christo was standing at the top, holding a
smoking gun. Several Rossos dragged the screaming girls and my
angel back inside. One of the girls pulled free and ran to the
fallen guard, crying out for help.

Thierry
tried to pull free too, but was
unsuccessful, the poor boy too small in comparison to the Rosso man
holding him. His gaze shot to me as I headed for him, his eyes
going wider. Oh, I may not have seen him before today, but he
definitely knew me, the terror in his eyes clear as day.

“
Hush now, my angel,” I
said, walking around the dead soldier.

Thierry
started shaking his head at
me.

“
Don’t be scared, I won’t
harm
you.” I
came to a stop in front of him and ran my fingers down his cheek,
getting a thrill from it. “I would never hurt a sweet
angel.”

“
Don’t touch him!”
one of the girls
yelled.

I
spun around, making the ugly Daughter
of Eve jolt in fright. “Take her into the room along with her
sister,” I snapped. Once the Rossos had hauled the screaming girls
away, I turned back to Thierry. “Don’t worry about them,” I said,
wiping away his tears. He had bigger eyes than Gabriel, giving him
a sweet puppy dog look. Plus, they were brown, not hazel, although
they were no less lovely, the innocence within them making me want
to protect him—if he did what I said.

I smiled
, trying to be reassuring.
“You’re very safe with me.”

Noise came from the back of the house,
making me turn my head. A screaming girl was being dragged across
the floor by two big Rosso men. I indicated to the room where the
other sisters were being held. “Put her in there.”

“
Claudio!” she cried out, her
eyes going to the fallen bodyguard, lying dead on the lounge
floor.

Matteo and a Rosso man walked
in,
dragging
the older bodyguard, who appeared unconscious. Matteo indicated
with his head to the room next to the sisters’ one. “Chain him to
the bed in there.” More Rossos stepped up to help, dragging the
unconscious bodyguard into the room.

Matteo turned to look at me. His
expression darkened, his eyes promising me a painful death. He then
looked up at Christo, who was standing quietly, watching
everything. “All good?” he asked.

“
S
ì
.” Christo started heading down the staircase.
“Tell all the Rossos to leave now,” he said, surprising me. Maybe
he would spare the Rossos after all.

“
Out!” Matteo
hollered.

The Rossos
piled out, some of them
grabbing food along the way, although a few of the girls scurried
faster as if devils were biting at their heels. I still didn’t know
why they were brought in, I really didn’t. It was probably because
Christo had a twisted sense of humor, people’s terror always giving
him a high.

I placed an arm around
Thierry’s shoulder
, pulling him in close, the boy now full out crying and
trembling. I kissed his head. “Don’t be scared, angel, I promise
you will be safe under my wing.” I directed him over to the couch
and sat him down, feeling joy as he buried his face into my chest;
the little one so timid it thrilled me beyond words. Gabriel may
have succumbed to me, often crying in his youth, but he was never
timid, the boy a fighter. It had made me sad, because it meant I
had to punish him, though the punishment wasn’t always displeasing.
Even in pain, Gabriel looked beautiful, if anything it gave him an
extra edge, one that I ashamedly enjoyed seeing.

My brother glanced back at me
and winked, then
head into the room where the girls were. Screams started up
from the room. Christo shouted at them to be quiet, his voice
commanding. The screams stopped instantly. I strained to listen,
but could hear nothing more, so I turned to my angel and kissed his
head again, his curls deliciously smelling of apple. I smiled, the
boy definitely a temptation, but a sweet one.

“
God will protect you, my lamb.
I will also protect and love you, for we are now one.”

His shaking picked up
again, my words not
calming him down. It melted my heart, made me want to protect him
even more, although, again, I knew without a doubt I’d hurt him if
he disobeyed me, as I had done to his brother. Yet, my heart told
me this one wouldn’t be any trouble, only pure joy.

My gaze moved to Matteo as he
entered the soldier’s room.
Anger rose within me, but I clamped it down,
staving my greed, because my nephew would keep for now.

A
blood curdling scream came from the
Daughters of Eve’s room, making my head snap to their door. Then
another one sounded, the girls within those walls crying for my
brother to stop, which he wouldn’t: Christo’s party was only just
getting started.

“
Please help them,” a small
voice said, the accent surprising me.

I looked down at the boy. “Speak
again.”

He kept his face pressed
to
my chest.
“Please help my friends.”

“
Are you
French?”

He glanced up at me, those big
eyes so
enchantingly timid. “Yes.”

I brushed his
soft curls aside.
“You have such a pretty voice. Do you go to church?”

He nodded.

“
Do you sing the songs of the
gospel?”

He nodded again, his body going stiff
as another scream sounded.

“
Will you sing
Ave Maria
for the Daughters
of Eve?”

“
Daughters of
Eve?”

“
The Landi sisters. Although I
don’t like their kind, there is one that holds my respect: the
Mother of our Lord. You will sing her song for the
daughters.”

Yet a
nother scream came from the
room.

“
I … please stop that man
from hurting
them.”

“
I might consider it if
you sing for me.”

He screwed up his face, looking as though
he was going to burst into a fresh batch of tears.

I
placed a finger under his chin and
lifted his face up. “I promise I will save at least one of the
sisters if you sing for me.”

“
Save them
all.”

“
I’m not sure I can do that, but
for you I will try. So, sing, my angel,” I let go of his chin, “and
I will go help them once you have finished.”

He breathed in, then let it
out
, the
voice that followed sending chills up my arms. I stared at him in
astonishment. His voice was like nothing I had ever heard before,
the sound not of this world, such purity within those notes, heaven
to my ears. I listened, captivated by this angel as he sung. A
scream made him stop.

“
Continue,” I said.

He started singing again, his voice
bringing tears to my eyes. He was mine, and I was never letting him
go. I leaned back into the couch, watching him sing. Strains of Ave
Maria filled the house along with screams—both heaven and hell
trapped within these four walls.

Episode 9
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