All Chapters of Under Control: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Azrael pov:Things have stayed relatively calm within my house, the worst is Emily getting drunk or my brother and Jeremy doing something stupid. Tonight neither of those have happened and I'm grateful.We all decided to do a big dinner together, music playing in the background while I cooked with Amilia. The others either sat at the table or were grabbing and making other things for dinner.I didn't really pay attention to most things, just happy to have Amilia by my side as I cooked Spaghetti. She didn't really help but I didn't mind, I like when she doesn't, it makes her a true princess.Currently she's drinking a glass of red wine and standing beside me, she had a small frown on her face. Turning to me she leans against the counter with an unpleasant face."How long are you gonna let Axe stare at your ass?" I lift a brow and stare at her. I thought I felt eyes on me, I just chose to brush it off."Are you jealous?" I teased her, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her cheek."Yes,

Amilia pov:I have been looking for Azrael for 10 minutes, I got distracted when Rose and Lily were playing the knife game. Lily almost lost a finger. Going upstairs I look inside the rooms in hopes to find her.Checking the library I find her sitting on the floor with a few scattered books around her. My mind rushes to previous memories here as smile gracing my lips. She looks up from her book and greets me with a warm smile.Her eyes shine in the afternoon light coming through, her body relaxed when while sitting. She holds a hand out and pats her lap, rolling my eyes, I take her hand and join her. Leaning my back against her front I let my body relax into her embrace."I was looking for you." I take the book from her hand, opening it up to read."You found me." She brushes some of my hair behind my ear and rests her chin on my shoulder. A soft kiss is pressed to my exposed skin."Why are you hiding away?" My eyes trace over the book, taking in the words of fairytale and monsters."

Amilia pov:2 weeks…That's how long we were here for. Staying inside the chopshop, helping Damein keep things afloat while Azrael recovers. It was hard, she was hurt badly, I thought with her initial freak out she would hurt herself more.It only got worse when Damien told her about their mother. She was silent for a long time. She didn't cry or say anything, she just held Damien while he wept. Soothing him till he could handle more burdens then needed.It wasn't till he left did she react. Clutching herself and crying like a child. She cussed, thrashed, and screamed in anger at her mother's hospitalization. I held her the whole night, trying to bring peace into her quickly crumbling life.After that night she didn't talk about it anymore. She didn't cry again, she didn't bring it up, she wouldn't even acknowledge her outburst. She snuck away to visit a couple times but mostly stayed here besides that.2 weeks of her healing and suffering by herself even though I was at her side. She

TW- GoreyAzrael pov:My body hurt, my fists were bloody, as I carried a cruel smile on my face. Taking a drag from my cigarette I could taste a bit of the metallic blood. Letting out a cloud of smoke I licked my lips at the sight.Mike laid on the floor trying to crawl away from me. If one thing is true it's that this man isn't smart, let alone careful. He had his men try and beat me to death so they could go take Amilia.The only problem was that I wouldn't let anyone lay a hand on her, much less threaten it. So I did the only thing one could do in this situation… I beat them all to death. It felt thrilling to get all of my aggression out, to release what I've held back for so long.Their faces were unrecognizable, all of them. Mike tried to leave so kicked his knee in, making it hard for him to stand. Walking behind him as he crawled I smoked my cigarette and gave a low whistling tune.He whimpered and tried to crawl faster to no avail. Stepping on his back I put enough pressure to

Azrael pov:I wanted to get out of the house for a bit, being cooped up is starting to make us go crazy. So as a kind gesture I snuck us out for a picnic just outside the city. We wouldn't have to worry about people following or tracking us.Amilia agreed, as long as I made food and brought good books for her to read. She dressed in a nice pale purple sundress that stopped below her knees. She had sunglasses on and a hat to cover her face from the sun. I kissed her cheek and called her beautiful, thinking the glow she gave was absolutely stunning.Leading her out to the car I help her in and pack the basket, blanket, and books in the back. Getting into the driver seat after I rest one hand on the wheel and the other on her thigh as I drive off.The drive is a little long, both of us just sitting with the comfortable background noise of calm music. She occasionally asks me questions about things we pass or really weird ones. Like if I'd still love her if she was a worm? I said I would