Under Control

Ch 43: Arthur Whitlock

Damien pov:

"Where's Greenwood?" I kept my gun pointed at the man, my rage building quickly.

"How should I know? He left." Donny shrugged his shoulders, a smile on his lips.

"You're coming with us." I moved closer, he's too calm, he doesn't even try to fight me off.

Axe comes up and makes the guy stand, he holds his arms behind his back as we lead him out. He takes some cuffs from his holder and binds the guy. We leave the restaurant and head for somewhere else.

It felt wrong, this is too easy, it shouldn't be this easy. Looking back at the man in the back seat I felt a sense of dread being so close to him, he just kept smiling.

"Something the matter, Damien?" He chuckles, that damn smile still on his face.

"Why are you letting us take you?" I eye him through the rear view mirror, uneasy with his presence.

"Why not?" 

Grunting and ignoring him I let Axe drive us away. None of this felt right. We need Azrael.

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Azrael pov:

Damien informed me that they caught Donny, I was shocked to say the least. Donnys not one to go easy nor be taken without some sort of casualty.

I knew that I needed to be there but something in my gut told me to check on Amilia. I quickly rushed to her house, running to the door and banging on it.

No answer.

Trying again I bang on the door and call for her name. Still no answer. Freaking out a bit I backed up and kicked the door in, the house was a mess. Things were shattered and destroyed on the floor, some blood and glass scattered as well.

Moving through the house I rushed around, searching for her, shouting her name. A low groan pulled my attention to the bathroom, going in I found Amilia leaning against the sink.

There was a man with a mask in the bathtub bleeding, she had some bruising on her face and arms. Going to her I checked her over, she's not hurt too badly. 

"What the hell happened?" She looked a little dazed when seeing me.

"Oh you know sleepovers. What do you think Az, I was almost killed." She moved me back and stood to her feet with a grunt.

"Who is he?" I moved closer and found the guy wearing a green faceless mask.

"I don't know, some guy named Greenwood or something sent him." She waved me off, grabbing pain medication from the cabinet.

"Why is Greenwood after you?" I pull out my phone to get people over here to clean up before cops show up.

"How should I know? At this point I think k the President is trying to get me." She crosses her arms and leans on the counter.

Moving closer to her I inspected her wounds, making sure it isn't something serious. Brushing hair from her face and tilting her chin I look closely at her.

"I'm putting a protection detail on you. I might even make you go into hiding." She slapped my hand away from her face, an angry look in her eye.