Chapter 41

The goons slowly started to pull back, although some decided they hadn’t had enough of kicking the downed men.

Angela fired some more shots into the air. “Try me,” she seethed.

Her heart was thumping against her ribcage. She would have preferred not to but would do what she had to do if one more person laid a finger on Damien.

Both men rose to their feet, battered and bloodied. Seeing his bleeding face, she wanted to rush to Damien but the only thing keeping Don Simeons goons at bay was the massive gun she was struggling to hold up.

“Well isn’t this a surprise? Dearest Angela with an AR15. It’s as if you want me to fall deeper in love with you,” Don Simeon said with a resounding chuckle.

He glanced at the mountain of a man, who was staring at him as if he’s kicked his dog, then at Damien, marvelling at how the bastard was still standing. The guy was more formidable than Saul had given him credit for.

Everytime he sent men to deal with Damien, they had either returned in pieces o