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Damien 85.

I was dumbfounded by the news that I read it more than ten times before it dawned on me that it was all too real. I sent a quick text to Jackson to turn the car around. I turned an gave Isabella a long solemn look. I would protect her with my life even if it killed me.

I looked on in adoration at her sleeping form. I was going to have to leave her again. Micheal had specifically asked to see me. I was baffled by the turn of events just today along. I changed quietly into lighter clothes and took my Smith and Wesson, chief's special.

The firearm had been my trusty side piece during my army days. I prayed that I never had to need it. It was custom made to fit my hands perfectly. It also came in black so it could blend with the dark. I placed a soft kiss on her cheek as she slept like a baby.

Jackson was anxiously waiting by his car when I got down. "It sounded serious," He told me as I got close to him.

"Al is dead, he was killed today," I told him as I opened the front passe