Chapter 22
|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||
" Whiskey or Wine?", she offered, acting like a nurse perfectly.
" Wine!", I muttered, bringing my eyes back at her moving ass. She bent over my private bar to pour the glasses for us. It was late at night, 3 a.m. She kept her words, didn't leave me for a second. She asked why I saved them, why I tried to block the bullet for them.
Well, I don't know...
I f*****g don't know how did I ended up, rushing in front of them. It felt equally surreal to me. I wanted to protect them from any harm especially that little guy who smiled some monsters like us always. So, I dodged her questions. She offered to have a drink to clear my thoughts. So, we ended up, moving to my private bar in silence. The night felt good day. Until now, I always was doing business
