AZIEL'S POV
“PICTURES OF AZIEL STORM'S LATE MOTHER HAVE SURFACED.”
I stared at my phone as the images of my mom tied up and gagged and left for dead in an alley stared back at me, beside it was a picture of my mom in very revealing clothes. It looked like it was not long before she left me with my father.
I sat on the bed, stone cold and unable to move as I kept staring at my phone. My mind was struggling to comprehend the realization that my mother was dead. It also suddenly occurred to me that my mom had not abandoned me, she had been trying to save me. I felt sick.
My phone began to ring again. Harry. I picked up the call and stayed silent, not knowing what to say.
“I'm so sorry, mate. This has Anderson written all over it.”
I already knew that and I also felt it in my guts
