His own phone rang shortly after that. “…No need to call me. You know what to do. Burn them, make them vanished. Don’t let anybody knows about this.” He hang up quickly. “Well?”
"Fine, but you can explain to the doctors as to why I’m coming in with a g*n, knife, all b****y, and am dressed like this," Azalea said crossing her arms across her chest. "They’re just a bunch of assholes I got in a fight with one day. At least they won’t bother me anymore with their leader gone. They’d been after me for a while now, but I’ve always been able to shake them. It was overdue for that to happen."
He snorts. “Unfortunately, I have a personal doctor whom I don’t need to explain anything to. And you can leave the knife and the g*n in the car.” He shook his head. “Listen. You are my wife now. So you hav
