All Chapters of Azael: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

-I said I don't want to see it. Anger and helplessness run through my veins. My body burns just thinking that he is several meters from me and that I can do nothing to avoid it.-Lailah. This is serious. It is our last alternative- Kya says authoritatively. I run my hands over my head, tugging at my hair, in a desperate attempt to calm myself. My nerves are on the edge of my skin.I'm pissed off. I'm very pissed off.But I can't let my pride hurt a loved one.-It's fine. - I murmur with impetus.- I accept. 14 hours before.  -Did you see a middle-aged lady with dark hair being kidnapped? - Kya asks sarcastically, clearly tired, to the old CD store clerk who is looking at us as if we had just confessed that we came from Mars. And no wonder, we've been asking the stores on Grand Park Street and the people who live in the buildings all day if they saw my mother doing som

I can not believe it. I can't understand how he has been able to come to my own house and treat me like that again as if nothing had ever happened.As if he had never left after the trial and had not turned my life into complete shit.It took me a long time to think about him again without making me cry. And now he's coming back out of nowhere, and when his skin brushed mine ...I feel a chill.-Lailah? Lailah, are you there? -Kya waves his hand in the air, in front of my face, snapping me out of my trance.-Yes, I'm sorry- I blink several times, coming back to reality.-As I was saying, Azael needs your mother's cell phone, if he manages to hack it maybe he can discover something- she murmurs lying on the bed, constantly changing the channel. I sigh and spread my arms, taking up half the bed- I know it's not easy for you, but you have to do it for your mother, and when you have what you want, you send him off to fuck.-Yes, but I sti

I watch Azael hold the man in front of us tightly. He has it by the neck and I think that from one moment to the next he will run out of oxygen.It is the third company we looted today, and it seems that for the first time today, we have a bit of luck. The man was about to commit suicide when we entered the door, fortunately, Azael was faster and shot his hand, causing him to drop the gun with which he was going to shoot himself. And no, it is not because he was simply suicidal, which does not make much sense knowing that he works at the headquarters of one of the most powerful mafias in the country.This man was attempting suicide for one simple reason: he has information.- Azael, you're going to kill him- Scott scolds him, watching the scene. I can't take my eyes off the muscles in his arms, tense under the black ink. They are even more toned than I remembered. God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to

I still remember the first time I saw Lailah. I was broken and emaciated. "She's dead," I thought. And still, I got her out of the car. But what was it that made me do it? At the end of the day, I could only get her out, and maybe if she had saved her best friend now she would also be alive, and none of this would have happened. But I had never stopped to think about it.I want to think that it was my human and rational part that saved Lailah after my cold and unfeeling part had caused the accident, but lately, the idea that it was fate who did it does not stop haunting my head. Or also the so-called karma.And I know it sounds like bullshit, and that I've never believed in that shit, but it's impossible not to rethink it. Everything bad that I have done and caused in this life is coming back to me, and it did not start anymore and no less than the moment I took her out of that wrecked car.She is my karma. Lailah has made my human part come out again without my

-Relax Azael!- Scott yells at me again. And as usual, I ignore it again, I'm too busy punching the brick wall. -You're tearing your gloves. I liked those gloves, you know? - The sound of her calm, stuttering voice makes me stop. I turn around and stare at my hands. Indeed, I have torn the fabric of the gloves and my knuckles are bloody, but I am so used that I hardly feel pain. He had been hitting the punching bag for about an hour and didn't see any effect, so he had to try something harder. Like the wall, yes. -Don't you think enough is enough for today? You've been locked up here for four hours- Scott looks worried and scratches the back of his neck- I know it sucks that Lailah rejected you and all that, but if you keep exercising you will become the Hulk.I sigh and remove my gloves before throwing them on the floor. The Boxing World Cup isn't for a few months, so I have plenty of time to buy new gloves. Also, these were