Angel of Blood

Angel of Blood A Hellfire Novella Book One Hayley Briana Copyright © 2023 by Hayley Briana All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise, without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. DON’T BE A DICK WHO STEALS FROM AUTHORS! This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Hayley Briana asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. 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Playlist CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE FULL LIST Rest in Peace - Dorothy God Sent Me as Karma - Emlyn Spider in the Roses - Sonia Leigh Alpha - Little Destroyer Killer - Valerie Broussard Horns - Bryce Fox Killer Queen - Mad Tsai Toxic - 2WEI The Death of Peace of Mind - Bad Omens Hellfire - Barns Courtney Big Bad Wolf - Roses & Revolutions Table of Contents PROLOGUE CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX EPILOGUE Enter At Your Own Risk This book contains explicit content and dark themes that may be considered traumatic and offensive to some readers. Please check triggers before reading. If you are uncomfortable with some of these topics please put this book down and do not read it. This work of adult fiction is only for those 18 or older. For a complete list please visit HayleyBrianaWrites.com PROLOGUE “I’m not here to forgive you. Only your god can forgive you for the darkness of your soul.” Those were the last words he heard as the bullet met its mark between his eyes. His vacant eyes watched me as he crumbled to the floor. Another name off the list, and soon my ledger would drip red with their blood. I wouldn’t stop until I had my revenge. All that could be heard in this lonely church was the rain cascading down the stained-glass windows and the clack of my heels as I disappeared into the chilled night. Onto the next, and last, target. CHAPTER ONE Angel I was sitting on the fire escape of my crappy studio apartment. The rain was still coming down, but I just didn’t care. I only had one last person to kill to avenge Jessica and he would be the hardest to get to. Especially with the other three dead and found murdered. I tried to block out the memories that kept assaulting me tonight. You’d think it would be the fact I’d murdered someone in cold blood, but no. It was simply the face of Jessica with her fair skin and red hair laying in a heap, surrounded by a puddle of her own blood. Her face frozen in the terror of her last moments. All I could see was how her dress had been ripped from her body, hanging in tattered and bloody strips from her limbs. I wished all I could see was her beauty. Instead, I was haunted by that last image of her. When I found her dead in our home. I was her older sister by two years. After we got out of the system, I failed her. Spending my life protecting her had taken a back seat. To give her a life I thought she deserved, I had been trying to earn enough for us to live comfortably. Working two jobs at the time hadn’t been ideal, but someone needed to take care of her. She wanted to go to school, so I gave her that opportunity without the added worry of how to pay for it on top of our other bills. I should have paid more attention. I should have seen the signs and known when she started hanging around the less unsavory individuals at her school, especially at eighteen. They were the sort of people you didn’t want to notice your existence, but she thrived on their attention. The bad boys loved her innocence. Someone who was easy to manipulate. She quickly became their favorite toy. I knew they were low-ranking members of the crew that ran the city. It soon became apparent that she was working her way up the ranks when she started bringing home expensive gifts. There was no way she could have afforded it on her own. I should have warned her, said something, but I was just too busy trying to keep the bills paid and her taken care of.