Azazel and Athena landed in France earlier than anticipated, not knowing Cleon was waiting for them. The boy was ready to kill. He stood at the entrance waiting for them to show up. “You bastard,” he ran to Azazel, and before Athena could understand what was happening, Cleon had already landed a punch on Azazel’s face. The man’s head tilted to the side. The environment got tense. Athena gasped, clasping her mouth. The second Cleon’s punch landed on Azazel’s cheek, all the 50 guns in the room rose, pointing them in Cleon’s direction, but the mafia don instructed them to lower their weapons. “Leave,” he ordered his without turning his head from Cleon’s face, but the men were paid to risk their lives. They didn’t move an inch. “I won’t repeat,” he hollered while smirking at Cleon. They all bolted out in the next minute, not wanting to trigger their boss more. Cleon was raging mad. He was away for long for his matches in London, and he called his sister every day, but Athena did not fil
Azazel bolted through the door and ran to Iris, “Mrs. Lark,” he called the woman who was just about to retire to her room and sleep.“Yes,” she turned around and faced Azazel.“I think we should talk, and this is very important,” Azazel guided her to his study, and Iris followed.“Is everything okay, Son?” since they came back, Iris had been on pins and needles, fearing that they would come out of the shadows and abduct them again, forcing them back into the shadows, taking this family that she had built for herself. She might be the strongest from the outside, but the fear is alive, burning her from the inside, rendering her senses numb now and then, but she wore her best face to keep others from worrying about them.“I don’t know, Mrs. Lark, sit,” he motioned to her, and the woman did. Azazel took out the picture from his desk and pushed it toward Iris.“Do you recognize the people from that photo Mrs. Lark?” He pointed to Sam and Elias. Iris squinted a little, narrowing her eyes a
Three weeks had passed since he had asked Ethan to check the birth records. The man had been working night and day, and so was he trying to inquire all possible angles, but to no avail. In these three weeks, Azazel and Athena’s relationship improved a bit. He had sent Iris, Damien, and August to a secret location. He arranged security and protection for them. Somehow, he felt, splitting them up would be safer. This way, the enemy’s attention will be split between the two parties, and the time to hurt them will take longer, giving him a window to save them both. One fine morning, Azazel woke up with Athena in his arms, he didn’t want to get up from his bed, but Athena pushed him away and ran to the restroom, and Azazel followed. She bent down on the commode and let all the contents flow out. Azazel closed her ears and rubbed her back. After emptying her stomach, he made her sit on the bed while Azazel returned with breakfast. “Do we need to go to the doctor?” Azazel settled on the bed
This chapter might not be for everyone, but try to read with an open mind 😊 Athena felt as if she was recovering from a ghost possession. Her head was pounding, and she had no sense of the transition of time. She squinted her eyes and tried to adjust to the surroundings, and the last thing she remembered was being in the car with Narcissa. She immediately looked for the girl, but Narcissa was sitting at the far end, seeming unphased. “Cissy, did you get hurt?” Athena was concerned for the girl, but the girl only smiled in return. She put her nail polish container down and stalked over to Athena. “Did they hurt you?” Athena tried to get up and hug Narcissa but didn’t realize she was tied down. The girl still didn’t understand that Narcissa was free and Athena was tied. She shook her hand and realized she was bound, “why am I tied?” Athena was pale but breathing steadily, her enigmatic eyes as wide as a dog’s. “What is going on, Cissy?" now her breaths got erratic. Narcissa’s eyes
A tremor of dread slid through him as he heard Hans’s words. “Hans, if you touch a single hair on her head, I will cut your mother fucking balls, and I will shove it down your fucking throat” he squeezed his phone, cracking the edges and growling into it only to receive an amusing chuckle from the other end.“Tick tock, son, tick-tock,” Hans snorted, “I heard she is carrying your child, the hair of French mafia in my hands. Who would have imagined,” Hans was amused to have Azazel where he wanted.“You fucking bastard, if you dare hurt her or my baby. I am telling you, I will rain hellfire on you, and Germany will burn,” he was full of hell’s fury.“Oh. Come on, Azazel. Now let me have some fun with my granddaughter and great-grandchild,” Hans gave a throaty chuckle.“If you are a man, don’t fucking touch her,” Azazel yelled, hanging up. Hans, too hung up and turned around.“Why didn’t you make him pay, boss? Make him run in circles to find her? Why did you give away our location?” Rus
“I could squash you all like bugs right now, but I am offering you all choices. Let Athena go, and I will let you all go,” but Hans gave no reaction other than to signal with his eyes to bring forth the girl. As one of the men forcefully placed Athena in a wheelchair, her mouth was cruelly duct-taped shut. Azazel's heart clenched painfully at the sight. His beloved wife had endured a lifetime of suffering, and now she was subjected to even more torment at the hands of this despicable man. Despite her dire situation, Athena's gaze remained locked on Azazel. He bore a visible bump on his head and a bruise on his cheek, evidence of the recent altercation. Yet, he exuded a strength that perplexed Athena, leaving her unsure of what he would do next. Surrounded by enemies who had sought their demise throughout their lives, she found herself experiencing an unexpected sense of protection, as she always did in his presence. “I will get you out of here, Athena. I will not let anything happen
They made him kneel with his hands behind his back. Hans grabbed his gun and pointed it at Azazel while eyeing Athena. He grabbed her and made her stand before him. Athena’s heart shattered. He got into this situation because of her. He doesn’t deserve to be here. “Don’t do this, please,” she begged the monsters. “Aww, I love to see my granddaughter cry. That is what I wanted all these years,” Hans winked. “Besides, once I kill this bastard, my Rustom will keep you company, that is after we take care of the thing in your stomach,” Hans tapped the gun on Athena’s stomach, and Azazel growled. A sinister smile twisted across Azazel's face as he addressed Hans with a bone-chilling intensity. His voice dripped with menace and a promise of impending doom. His eyes were red due to the blood he lost, clouding his vision, but he didn’t have to see everything. All he had to see was her. “Hans,” he spat blood onto the floor, “pray, you better pray with every ounce of your fucked up soul that
A few months later..... Orange and terracotta hues of canopy lit the maple trees, announcing that autumn had hit her stride. The evening glow cast an orange hue on the beautiful path. The trees are blooming, despite knowing that their days are numbered, knowing that they will fall and turn to dust. The gold and scarlet of the autumn days remind you that there is beauty if you look for it. A lonely woman was walking down the path to the cemetery, honey boots covering her feet, a knit scarf wound around her neck, pretty and matching the autumn vibe. She crunched on the fallen leaves, walking down the street feeling rough cracks through thin soles, the wind moving as if she weren’t there at all, as if it were a ghost whisper, nothing more, nothing less. The woman’s pregnant belly showed through her knit sweater dress. The houses are decorated with pumpkins and apples. A fresh smell of baked apple pies and cider whipped her nostrils. Despite the children and the adults enjoying the bea