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"You are both going to pay. I will kill him, and then I'm going to kill you. I know that he's your beloved, so his death will weaken you enough that it should be easy to kill you. Then I will dispose of your bodies, probably incineration, and request a change of assignment from Lieutenant McKay." It was an insane plan with zero chance of success, but Trenton was currently incapable of reason.
"Be a man, be a warrior; Trenton, kill me first." Deacon moved to the side, circling to the right causing Trenton to shuffle to his right to maintain a visual line.
“Stay still.” He shouted and pressed the gun flush to the side of Gage’s head.
"Are you a coward, Trenton? You have to weaken me first. You can't just take me on man to man, hand to hand? Are you a coward?" He sought to push him and convince him to release Gage and come for him. He was seething the anger in his eyes, and the way his vampire was coming out full force indicated he was definitely reacting to the insult.
"Come on, show me what you got. Quit hiding behind that small human. If you want a promotion and the respect, you will have to kill me and show them how tough you are, Trenton. Drop the gun, and let's do this like real men." Deacon tossed his gun to the ground and waited. Finally, Trenton reacted by throwing his pistol off to his left and dropping Gage to the ground. He then charged at Deacon in a blind rage. Trenton was losing control.
Deacon countered by faking left and then pummeling him with two shots to the midsection. Trenton leapt upon him, using his sharpened nails to rake across his shoulder and down his arm. It was painful, but minor, and Deacon was able to wrap his arm around Trenton's neck and wrestle him to the ground.
They fought hard, and although Trenton was off his game, he was still a vicious opponent. Trenton freed himself by rolling and loosening Deacon's hold. He then jumped to his feet and charged Deacon again, driving his nails into his side and opening a significant wound.
He tried to knock him off balance, but Deacon countered with a brutal punch to the side of his head, causing him to stumble and lose his grip. Trenton scrambled and retrieved the pistol that Deacon had tossed on the ground.
Deacon's gun was much more powerful than the one Trenton had brandished. This gun could kill Deacon if the bullet hit him in either the head or the heart. Deacon grabbed the short sword from his boot, but it was little defense against his Smith & Wesson model 500.
He took a quick glance at Gage, who was keeping low and off to the side and, with his eyes, begged him to run, but he shook his head, and Deacon's heart fell. If Trenton started shooting, it was unlike either of them would survive. He'd miscalculated. He should have never allowed Trenton to get close to the gun. Trenton smiled a truly maniacal smile and pointed the gun at Deacon.
"Say goodbye, Commander." A gun went off, and blood spattered across Deacon's shirt. He paused for a moment and then realized he had not been shot. He watched the shocked look on Trenton's face fade as he fell to his knees, and a growing blood stain spread across his chest.
"Say goodbye, Trenton," Silas stated as he stood behind Trenton with Robert by his side. Deacon released the breath that he'd been holding since Trenton had taken the gun and, with a smile, turned and rushed over to Gage. He picked him up in his arms and squeezing him tight to his chest. His love and relief spilling over.
"Thank you, sir, and thank you, Robert." He rained kisses down on Gage's upturned face, so happy to have him safe in his arms.
“I’m sorry that crazy bastard managed to get so close to you.” He whispered and wrapped Gage tightly in his arms, needing the closeness of his beloved and the knowledge that he was well and safe.
“It wasn’t your fault Deacon and thank you for saving me.”
"It was Silas Patronne who saved you. He saved us both." He turned to look at Silas and Robert, who were currently dealing with the remains of Trenton Shift. "Thank you." He couldn't say it enough because, without their intervention, this day may have ended much differently and tragically.
"How did you know Trenton was stalking us?" He asked curiously as to why they showed up there when he needed them.
"Bastian called and said Trenton never arrived, and we discovered he'd never boarded the plane," Silas explained. "He was angry and unhinged, and then Robert told me that he was unable to get ahold of you either by cell or landline and that you were out here at your cabin."
"We wanted to warn you, so we decided to drive out here and tell you to watch out for him," Robert added.
“I’m glad you did.”
"Me too, man." Robert patted him on the shoulder.
"Are you two ready to return to the Palace?" Silas asked. "I have a call in for clean up, so they will take care of the scene. Come on, let's get out of here. I think you and Gage would be more comfortable in your quarters."
"I'm ready." Gage voiced emphatically, and Deacon chuckled.
“We’re ready, sir.”
…
They were driven to the Palace and, after a quick debriefing, headed up to Deacon's quarters. Gage had never been inside the Palace before. As a matter of fact, he'd never seen the place until that night he was taken to the exterior cells. He saw it for a moment at a distance and marveled at the grandeur of the place. Now seeing it inside and up close, he was knocked for six at the size, the regal air, and the beauty. It was truly out of this world.
His avoidance and fear of the place dissipated when walking through with Deacon by his side. The power and presence of his beloved made all things right and good. Deacon swiped the keypad, and the door swung open, revealing a lovely apartment. They were situated on the fourth floor and overlooked the terrace and an elegant, skillfully designed garden.
"Make yourself at home, my love," Deacon told him and took his hand, walking him through the large apartment to the back and into his bedroom. "This is your home now, Gage. Tomorrow I'll take you around and introduce you and help you get familiar with the place. Master DuCane has asked to meet you, so we will be having lunch with him and his beloved Ezra tomorrow." Deacon pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor by the closet.
“He wants to meet me. Why?” Gage was surprised since Louis DuCane was not someone who socialized.
"You're one of us now, Gage. You are considered a member of Coven DuCane, and you now possess all the rights and privileges that go along with being a member." Deacon kicked off his boots and removed his socks.
