All Chapters of Azael: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I get out of bed and head to the closet nervously.I wear denim jeans with a sweatshirt and trainers, since it's cold at night, and I put my hair in a ponytail. The sound of a message enters my cell phone and I guess that must be Scott sending me the location of his house.I approach the bed and strategically place some pillows so that covered with the sheet, they look like my silhouette sleeping. Just in case my mother shows up. If she works in the movies, why not give it a try?I pick up my cell phone and dial Jason's number, when several rings pass, she answers.-Jason, I need you to do me a favor- I hear a yawn from his side- You trust me, right?-Lailah, what's up? You are scaring me...-I need you to take me somewhere, but please don't ask questions. -If Jason finds out that I'm going at this hour to the apartment of the best friend of the boy who killed our best friend, who is drunk, it is clear that he would never agree to take me.

I cross my arms over my head and look at Lailah with a mischievous smile. She is sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to me, with the bandages and alcohol in hand, waiting for me to remove my pants to heal, but she is ashamed to ask me, and I want her to. Scott's sucker looks at us from the entrance of the room, it seems that he is also having fun with this situation. -Come on say it already! -she shouts enthusiastically- This turns me on. - Scott ...- I warn in a threatening tone. -What?-You're a fucking horny, leave her alone. Lailah lets out a clear throat and stands up, looking down.- I have forgotten the cotton...- he murmurs- I am not going to touch that with my hand. -That's what they all say- Scott says with a laugh. Lailah rolls her eyes as she walks past him, leaving the room. I take the opportunity to take off my pants, the truth is that it amuses me to see her suffer for not wanting to

The game begins and we all raise our cards. Azael looks at his and mine and smiles. But these are not normal poker cards. The player on the right starts, and when it's our turn Azael throws my card. When it is the turn of the player to our left, he rolls an even number and leaves a thousand dollars on the table, the right amount to start betting.-Shit- Azael whispers with an amused expression. But he seems to take it personally and leaves another two hundred dollars.Azael looks at me, licks his lips, and leans back in his chair. The game continues to advance and one of the players challenges another to fight the strongest man in the room. Luckily no one gets too hurt, so we keep playing. Notes and coins are piling up on the table, and I have already lost count of how much money there may be. On another occasion, Azael challenges the boy at the entrance (who keeps watching us) to leave double the money on the table above it, and he does, but

I get on my motorcycle and start driving to the outskirts of the city, this time calmer. The sun hits my body, but the wind breeze from the speed eases the heat a bit.When I arrive at my father's mansion, which is hidden in the undergrowth, two tall black gates open in front of me, allowing me to enter the huge garden full of hedges cut in different shapes and surrounded by small cars that I don't even want to know how much. they will have cost you. I park the bike and get off. At the front door, two women dressed as servants who are next to some stone figures in the shape of dangerous dogs welcome me, a bit blushing to see me without a shirt. I don't answer them and I don't hesitate long before going in and up the big red velvet-carpeted stairs that lead upstairs. I look for his office and enter without knocking. My lungs fill up immediately with the smoke in the room caused by the cigar that is being smoked. I walk over to the big red leather chai

Azael and I start cooking the macaroni between kisses and laughs when a call comes in on my cell phone.  Mother. -Tell me mom- I say in an innocent voice. It is not something new that my mother has always been somewhat controlling, so when I finish high school and I do not show up at home without having explained, I know she is going to be angry. -Lailah, tell me right now where you are. -I'm ... with Jason. -Yes? - she asks incredulously- Is he by your side right now?- No, he just went to the bathroom- I know that if I say he's by my side, he'll say he wants to talk to him to confirm it. Azael looks at me blankly while stirring the macaroni.-What a coincidence, because I just ran into him right now and he doesn't know where you are.  Holy shit.  -Did I say with Jason ...? I meant