toward his small, unobtrusive car.
“You’re disappointed in me because I’m not a genius like you,” Angel called after
him.
Kael stopped and turned around. “That’s not true.” But he was disappointed. He
wanted Angel to follow in his footsteps.
“Yes, you are. I could see it in your face when you were talking to the headmaster.
You wanted to kill him just because he said I should take a gap year and then go to
some no-name university instead of the esteemed halls of fucking Cambridge.”
“I did not want to kill him.” He did want to kill him. He would have happily killed
anyone who looked at him at that moment.
Not moving from the spot, an angry look on his face, Angel said, “I’m just an
ordinary boy with an ex-stripper for a mother. I’ll never measure up to you, Kael .”
“If you call me Kael again, I’m going to slap your arse right here in front of the
school. Now come on!” When Angel failed to follow quickly enough, he turned round
impatiently. “Get a move on.”
At the car, Kael got in while Angel stood with his hands in his pockets kicking at
stones. After starting the car, Kael wound the window down. “Get in. We’re going to
get your hair cut. You look like a frigging girl.”
“I’m going for walk.”
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Before Kael could protest, Angel had walked between cars and out into the street.
Furious, Kael whipped the car through the car park and onto the street until he came up
beside Angel. Double-parking, he jumped out and went after him. “Get in the car.”
“I don’t want my hair cut.”
“Get in the fucking car.” To control a target out on the street, he would grab the
left wrist with his left hand, twisting it backward in such a way that it forced even a big
person to follow the movement for fear the wrist would break. Following the prescribed
formula and wrapping his right arm around Angel’s waist, he steered him back to the
car.
“You’re going to break my fucking arm!” Angel protested.
“No, I’m not, and don’t say ‘fuck’ when you’re talking to me.”
“Fuck!” Angel screamed. “You say it!”
Kael forced him into the car and ran around to get in the driver’s seat. By the time
he was in, Angel was outside on the street again. Running. “Shit, shit, shit!” Kael
screamed, banging the steering wheel.
A beep at his waist had him scrambling to grab his phone. “Angel?” he said a
second before he realized it was his secure line.
“Saunders, is everything all right?”
“Fuck off!” He threw the phone at the windscreen.
* * * *
Hurt and angry, Angel ran, tears pricking his eyes. There was nothing he hated
more than disappointing Daddy. He already knew Mr. Staynton was not going to
recommend him to Cambridge. On a couple of occasions over the past few weeks when
they had spoken in passing about his plans, the headmaster had asked him if he
preferred Durham over Leeds. He just didn’t have the heart to tell Daddy. Daddy was
so smart and so sure of himself. Nothing scared him.
I want to be like him. I want to be perfect for him.
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Angry and hurt, he didn’t want to go home to face Daddy’s anger at his
disobedience and failure. Taking out his iPhone, he called Jack.
It was after eight o’clock when he met Jack outside Barcode in Soho. He’d never
been there before because Daddy said it was for lightweights, meaning it wasn’t in his
league, heavy leather and BDSM. It wasn’t terribly busy, and they had no trouble
getting to the bar for beers or finding a couple of stools by the wall to sit down.
“You look miserable,” Jack said.
“Yeah well, Staynton just broke the news to Daddy that I’m not Cambridge
material.”
“Fuck Cambridge. My parents didn’t go there, and they’ve done all right. Don’t
take a gap year and we’ll go to Durham together next September. We’ll have a great
time. I’m not staying in
“You’re disappointed in me because I’m not a genius like you,” Angel called after
him.
Kael stopped and turned around. “That’s not true.” But he was disappointed. He
wanted Angel to follow in his footsteps.
“Yes, you are. I could see it in your face when you were talking to the headmaster.
You wanted to kill him just because he said I should take a gap year and then go to
some no-name university instead of the esteemed halls of fucking Cambridge.”
“I did not want to kill him.” He did want to kill him. He would have happily killed
anyone who looked at him at that moment.
Not moving from the spot, an angry look on his face, Angel said, “I’m just an
ordinary boy with an ex-stripper for a mother. I’ll never measure up to you, Kael .”
“If you call me Kael again, I’m going to slap your arse right here in front of the
school. Now come on!” When Angel failed to follow quickly enough, he turned round
impatiently. “Get a move on.”
At the car, Kael got in while Angel stood with his hands in his pockets kicking at
stones. After starting the car, Kael wound the window down. “Get in. We’re going to
get your hair cut. You look like a frigging girl.”
“I’m going for walk.”
Fyn Alexander | Sins of the Father
73
Before Kael could protest, Angel had walked between cars and out into the street.
Furious, Kael whipped the car through the car park and onto the street until he came up
beside Angel. Double-parking, he jumped out and went after him. “Get in the car.”
“I don’t want my hair cut.”
“Get in the fucking car.” To control a target out on the street, he would grab the
left wrist with his left hand, twisting it backward in such a way that it forced even a big
person to follow the movement for fear the wrist would break. Following the prescribed
formula and wrapping his right arm around Angel’s waist, he steered him back to the
car.
“You’re going to break my fucking arm!” Angel protested.
“No, I’m not, and don’t say ‘fuck’ when you’re talking to me.”
“Fuck!” Angel screamed. “You say it!”
Kael forced him into the car and ran around to get in the driver’s seat. By the time
he was in, Angel was outside on the street again. Running. “Shit, shit, shit!” Kael
screamed, banging the steering wheel.
A beep at his waist had him scrambling to grab his phone. “Angel?” he said a
second before he realized it was his secure line.
“Saunders, is everything all right?”
“Fuck off!” He threw the phone at the windscreen.
* * * *
Hurt and angry, Angel ran, tears pricking his eyes. There was nothing he hated
more than disappointing Daddy. He already knew Mr. Staynton was not going to
recommend him to Cambridge. On a couple of occasions over the past few weeks when
they had spoken in passing about his plans, the headmaster had asked him if he
preferred Durham over Leeds. He just didn’t have the heart to tell Daddy. Daddy was
so smart and so sure of himself. Nothing scared him.
I want to be like him. I want to be perfect for him.
Fyn Alexander | Sins of the Father
74
Angry and hurt, he didn’t want to go home to face Daddy’s anger at his
disobedience and failure. Taking out his iPhone, he called Jack.
It was after eight o’clock when he met Jack outside Barcode in Soho. He’d never
been there before because Daddy said it was for lightweights, meaning it wasn’t in his
league, heavy leather and BDSM. It wasn’t terribly busy, and they had no trouble
getting to the bar for beers or finding a couple of stools by the wall to sit down.
“You look miserable,” Jack said.
“Yeah well, Staynton just broke the news to Daddy that I’m not Cambridge
material.”
“Fuck Cambridge. My parents didn’t go there, and they’ve done all right. Don’t
take a gap year and we’ll go to Durham together next September. We’ll have a great
time. I’m not staying in
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