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Chapter fifty-five

It really was a dirty, putrid hole in the wall.  It was no fault of Abbey’s.  Her touches of beauty were evident.  But no amount of beauty could save this place.  Sloan sighed.  How could she pick this place over his home?

“Are you sure they are coming?” Robert asked.

“Yes.”  Sloan wandered around the tiny apartment.  His thoughts kept returning to the hospital.  His heart fell overwhelmed with concern.  The doctors wanted to keep Abbey for observation fearing a concussion.  Sloan despised seeing her hurt but it made what he was about to do much easier.

He closed his eyes, breathing deep.  He dove into another world, a past life he gave up years ago.  He pictured the butcher shop – his father’s shop – nestled away on their street in Belfast.  He saw his older brother, Ethan, laughing at him as they walked side by side coming home from school.  He saw the brightly colored ball that lured him into the street.

Sloan’s breath peaked violently.  He saw the fire.  He heard the deafening blast.  He felt the world twist around him as his feet left the ground.  Sloan felt the hatred that welled up inside him and fed him for the next decade and beyond. 

The hatred Sloan felt towards the thieves who hurt and threatened his love was enough to turn him dangerous.  Coupled with the hatred he bore since he was a child made Sloan deadly.

There was a knock at the door.  Sloan opened his eyes.

“Hey bitch!  Open up!  Got a present for ya!” a voice jeered though the door.  Sloan ripped the door open.

The thief from the diner looked at him flustered.  “Thought someone else lived her,” he muttered.

Sloan snared.  “Someone else does.  My wife.”

Before the thief could utter another word Sloan grabbed him and his accomplice by the collar and dragged them inside, slamming the door behind them.

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About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

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