Chapter 31 - Ange, My Angel ~ Extra Story: Escape

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The man, cornered against the wall, slid down slowly, his back pressed against the cold surface. Raising his hands in surrender, he pleaded, "A-Alright, I get it. I was wrong. Please, don't shoot."

 

"It's too late for that," Ange's voice was cold, his words distant, as if they fell on deaf ears.

 

The gun, still trembling in his hands, was aimed directly at the man's heart. Yet the trembling wouldn't stop. Ange knew he had to move closer, to press the barrel against the man's chest to be sure. He had to make this kill certain.

 

A shrill cry escaped the man as he curled into a ball on the floor, arms wrapped around his head in fear.

 

"Ange…"

 

A familiar voice broke the tension. Amber's hands gently wrapped around Ange's, steadying his grip that had been shaking uncontrollably.

 

"Don't do it," Amber's voice was calm, soothing.

 

"But…" Ange's voice wavered.

 

"It's okay. I'm here."

 

The warmth of Amber's body against his back brought a strange sense of peace. It was the same gentle, kind Amber he had always known.

 

Slowly, carefully, Amber's fingers pried Ange's off the trigger, one by one.

 

"You're shaking, after all," Amber said, a hint of relief in his voice.

 

"Stop moving," Amber commanded, as the man, now on his feet, attempted to rise. He aimed the gun at the man once more, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of fury.

 

"Hey, hey, come on! Don't joke around, Aaron. This isn't fair!" the man sputtered, his face twisting in panic.

 

"Put your hands behind your head," Amber ordered, voice firm.

 

"N-No…"

 

"Do it. You think I'm joking? I will never forgive you for what you did to Ange."

 

Amber's voice, though steady, carried the weight of a simmering rage. The man must have sensed it, because he sighed in defeat, muttering curses under his breath as he complied, placing his hands behind his head.

 

"Now, walk to the door. Take the two men outside and go back to your turf. And never show your face in front of us again."

 

"Damn… filthy dog…" the man spat, but Amber didn't bother with a response. He pressed the barrel of the gun against the man's back, urging him forward.

 

Just as Amber reached for the doorknob, the door swung open from the outside.

 

Amber froze for a split second, surprised.

 

Standing there, bowing deeply, was another man.

 

"…Lord Aaron. I'll take it from here."

 

Amber looked up at the newcomer, his expression darkening into a bitter smile.

 

"…Matthew. I knew you'd come."

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