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Dominic
was pointing a dinner knife at the plate of food that sat in front of Alan.
    “No, be my guest.”
    Dominic licked his lips and accepted
the plate from Alan. “Let’s see, where was I?”
    “You said you had answers.”
    “Oh, yes. Well, what did the doe-eyed beauty
tell you?”
    Alan thought back to the conversation
with Danielle just hours before. Even as he spoke the words, it dawned on him
for the dozenth time how ridiculous the whole thing sounded. “She said—she
said that I’ve been chosen, that I’ve been given my power for a reason. She
said that… angels gave it to me.”
    Dominic practically choked on his
food. He reached for the glass of red wine in front of him and downed the entire
serving before he shrugged. “Well, I guess they are in fact angels in a sense.
Although I wasn’t aware they were going by that name again.”
    “Again?”
    “Yes, ready for story time Mr. Price?”
Dominic didn’t wait for a response but instead wiped his mouth with a napkin
and stood from his chair. “On second thought, I’ve been at this long enough to
know when someone is going to join me and when someone won’t. You’re not going
to side with my organization no matter what I say. I should just kill you now.”
    Alan was nervous and wary the entire
dinner, now his muscles tensed again. Panic gripped his heart. He knew he
should have gone as soon as he saw Dominic. Something inside, some moral
compass warned him but like all the times before, he chose not to listen.
    Alan’s heart was pounding in his ears.
His hand made contact with the phone still in his pocket. Alan said a silent
prayer as his right thumb blindly maneuvered around the face of the phone.
    Alan stood trying to buy himself time.
“You need to leave now.”
    Dominic lifted his eyes to the ceiling
and tilted his head side to side as he spoke out loud to himself. “But you did
provide dinner and these ever so comfortable slippers. So, in all fairness I
should probably let you off with a warning and beating. What do you say? That’s
a fair trade, right? Your life for dinner and slippers.”
    Alan had heard enough. With a twist of
his hips he was off. Sprinting out of the dining room he called on his speed to
deliver him from his intruder’s sadistic plan.
    No one had ever been as fast as Alan.
Nobody was capable of traveling at the speed his legs carried him. When Alan
felt the grip on his shoulder, when Dominic’s hand twirled him around in a half
circle, Alan couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
    “Don’t tell me you thought you were
the only one. Oh, you did?” Dominic laughed. “Let’s see if along with all those
muscles you know how to fight.”
    It was clear Alan didn’t, as fists
connected with his face and torso. Alan tried putting up his hands, he tried
holding Dominic back, but his attacker was too strong. Along with extraordinary
speed, Dominic was stronger than anyone Alan had ever come across.
    Alan’s mind flashed back to the night
he fell from the building. The beating he took at the hands of Brent Carson and
his lackeys at the school dance. Even now with all of his money and speed
history was repeating itself.
    In the span of a few seconds the fight
was already over. Blood ran down Alan’s forehead and mouth. He could taste the
bitter metallic tang as his own blood hit his taste buds. His ribs ached with
pain indicating they were either severely bruised or broken. Alan was
struggling to make it to his feet when another vicious strike connected with
his left temple.
    “Apparently, you still have a lot of
growing to do,” Dominic said stepping away from his victim. Alan looked up
through blue eyes and strands of his long hair to see Dominic cleaning his own
blood off his hands. “When Danielle comes and tries to make everything better, tell
her I said, ‘hello’.”
    Already on his knees, Alan couldn’t
hold himself up. His vision was blurring and Dominic’s voice came in and out.
Without any control