Under Control

Ch 39: Our Secret

Azrael pov:

Why'd I do it?

I woke up that morning feeling regretful of what I did, I forget the way Lily has me feeling after we hook up. I would feel drained and guilty. I just needed an escape from reality for a moment.

She tried keeping me in bed that morning but I left as soon as I could. I dragged myself back to my house and spent the rest of the week avoiding Josie and Amilia. 

I can't avoid them for long, I'd just been mostly working at my company or working late with the gang. Stalking late at night for Donny or Mike's men, even though we  haven't seen Mike's men. It's still smart to keep an eye out.

Josie tried to talk to me this morning but I left before she could, heading to a hidden facility instead. It's a short drive of 10 minutes including traffic. I take my duffle bag out and walk a block before turning into an alleyway. It has stairs that go down on the right side of a builidng, at the bottom laid a heavy metal door.

Going to it I give a knock and passcode before getting let in. Men and women salute me as I walk through the halls, it was matte gray with metal and glass give accents to it on the inside.

I walk through the halls for a few minutes before coming to the gym area. Axe, Damien, Rose, and Amilia stood around waiting. Going up I drop my bag and greet them all, getting a hug from Damien.

"So what's the move?" Damien starts to stretch. Rose pushes him over and laughs when he lands on his face.

"Working out, training Amilia." I chuckled and start to stretch. They all agree and we move to the equipment.

We all warm up by running, doing stairs, or riding the bicycles machines. I try tuning out but my gaze drifts over to Amilia every so often. She wore a compressed long sleeve shirt and pants, and had some earbuds in.

I was confused why she wore such clothing, she's never really been shy about showing off skin or being open. I would guess it has somthing to do with Mike and his abuse, she probably didn't feel good having eyes on her like before.

So it's probably not any better that I'm watching her from behind, carefully inspecting her movements. It seems like she could always tell when I'm watching her though, her eyes catch mine. She held a coy smile on her lips, winking at me.

I avert my gaze and focus on my running, turning it up to avoid staring at her again. When I eventually did take another glance I saw her stopping and move, specifically closer to me. She occupies the treadmill to my left, acting as though I don't know what she's doing.

"Why'd you move?" I asked a little breathless from running.

"No reason." She shrugged and turns up the treadmill to the same speed as mine. She didn't even break a sweat, she was holing herself well at the high speed.

"You trying to show me up?" I dial my speed higher. She smirked and does the same thing.

"Of course, who else will put you in your place?" Her eyes shine with mischief. Not one to back down we continue to bump the numbers up, seeing who would give first

Both panting and pushing ourselves I spare a glance at her, she seemed to be doing just fine. Tapping out I stop and catch my breath, hunched over and gasping.

"What's wrong Az? Can't handle a little challenge?" She leans over and tilts my head up to look at her.

"It's so on." I laugh and stand up to my full height, towering her slightly. She crosses her arms and moves closer to me, biting her lip.