Azalea

Begrudgingly saving the world

Dads pov-

I regret letting Azalea fly out to America to visit her foster parents graves. i must say that it is very important i add the 'foster' Infront, because they sucked at being parents. i mean, she fell down the stairs for gods sakes.

but honestly i don't believe she fell, from what i saw on the security footage from school. she's not clumsy at all.

ok back to the point, i shouldn't have let her fly out. they don't deserve her mourning, and she doesn't seem to be mourning. that's why i was so surprised she asked.

she flew out earlier this morning and when she waved at me through the window i immediately knew i made a mistake. i should have sent someone with her, but i was in a rush to make her trust me.

anyways it's around 11 pm now and Azalea should be home soon. i'm sitting at the table, glass of scotch in hand, thinking about what could have gone wrong.

i hear the gate sliding open and i rush to the window, She's home!.

i hear the alarms blare, red lights flashing around the room. security immediately fills the house and i hear my sons shouts coming from upstairs and i scramble to grab a gun. glass falling to the floor.

the intruders enter the house and i hear their shouts as they clear each room. i shoot the men i encounter as i make my way to my sons. i hear gunshots ringing through the house.

i make my way to the stairs and see my boys running down. 

"we're outnumbered, best thing we can do is try and negotiate. we are screwed" Ares says, showing the security feed, the men clearing each room and getting closer. 

"ok, guns down. stay safe boys, don't make them angry." i say looking into each of their eyes.

they all nod and tuck the guns into the waistband of their pants.

we walk into the kitchen and see some men setting up chairs. what are they waiting for?

"ahh, you are here" the thick Russian accent coming from behind me. i turn around, swinging my gun towards him. Rostov, motherfucker.

"do not worry Mr costa, we are not here for you. we are here because Reina killed a man in my ranks." he says, holding his gun up weekly.

"we don't know who Reina is. why the fuck are you here" i growl out.

"ahh, you are not aware. i will let them explain. but, for now. i must tie you up. MEN!" he says calmly. 

before i realize what he said i feel the damp cloth cover my face and everything goes black.

"dad... dad.... DAD!" i hear my son whisper yelling as he kicks me from his chair. i open my eyes, groaning softly. 

"ahh, you are awake. finally, i thought we lost you old man" i hear the annoying Russian say from infont of me.

"be careful who you call old, you rotten Vodka bottle" i growl.

"hey, harsh" he says, holding a hand to his chest before looking at his watch. "ah, she should be here soon, the gate just opened." he says, placing tape over my mouth, like the rest of my sons.

no, Azalea. no, she can't be here.

i see Rostov walk into the shadow's hiding.

we hear quiet footsteps though the house before we see her walk into the lounge room where we are tied up. her face drops and eyes go wide. i shake my head, warning her to run, get out of the house. 

instead she runs fowards ands starts pulling at the tape on our arms and legs before pulling the tape from our mouths. she pulls the tape from Ares's mouth and he starts talking, begging her to leave

"Azzy, you need to get out of here. there is a panic button in the guard shed, you need to go press the button"  

i see the tears filling her eyes, the desperation on her face as she yanks the tape, trying to pry it from the chair. she shakes her head and is mouthing words to herself that i don't understand.

she needs to leave. now.

"well well well, she finally showed up. hello Reina." i hear the deep Russian voice from the shadows. she lets go of the tape she was pulling and stands up straight, her face relaxing into a smirk, all the panic gone

we all flick our eyes between my daughter and Rostov. at least i think she's my daughter

i see the recognition pass across my sons faces before it hits me, she is Reina.

"hello Rostov, you mother fucker"  she says, surprising me. she can talk?

"Azalea what the fuck" i hear one of my sons growl.

"ahh Azalea, is that your real name" Rostov says playfully.

"you already know that's my real name dipshit. why are you here? and why did you get them involved? is this about the bastard in your crew Sangre and i killed. because honestly." she says and turns towards him. "that fucker deserved it," she growls launching a knife through his stomach. new blade already in hand, she pins him to the wall.

"he honestly deserved more for raping a little girl. i would have tortured him so much slower if i new he had done it multiple times" she says toying with the knife on his throat.

"if only Sangre shared your feisty attitude, she begged for mercy before i killed her" he growls at my daughter. is she even my daughter?

"no.. no no no!. you don't have her, your bluffing" she screams digging the knife into his neck.

"oh, her screams sounded exactly like that when i pried her fingernails off. or perhaps it was when i made her.... service me" he says pushing the blade from his throat easily. the shock evident on Reina's face as she stumble backwards before her head snaps up and she kicks Rostov into the wall, knocking him out.

she turns to us and says "the top floor, you use it for your mafia stuff. is there an... interigation room? oh who am i kidding, is there a place i can torture him?" she says gripping a knife in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

"yes, if you really are my daughter your are free to use them. if not, i suppose you just won't untie us and go use them. but what i mean is, are you really my daughter, or was it all a lie." i say looking her in the eyes.

"i really am your daughter, the only thing i lied about is that i can't speak, and i'm sorry about that by the way, i was planning on telling you, just didn't know when. and i'm not cruel, i would untie you regardless. i meant what i said, if you aren't a predator you are safe. i've looked into you enough to know you aren't." she says, cutting my tape from the chairs and handing me the knife before she starts to drag Rostov's unconcious body out of the room.

i cut the tape from Ares and say, "go help her get him upstairs, and get information about this Sangre it appears they were close." he nods and walks out of the room. it's going to be a long night. 

i have so many questions.

but for now all i can say is, 

Damn my daughter is a badass.

i don't like this chapter very much but bear with me here. is Sangre really dead? how much is that going to hurt Az?

also Guppy, piss off you twat.

until next time guys xoxo