Under Control

Ch 61: Fathers Daughter

Azrael pov:

Amilia hasn't left our room in a week, she just stays inside, crying or sleeping. She's depressed and has every right to be, what happened was horrible. I held her tightly, whispering sweet nothings to her as she cried and begged for forgiveness.

There was no need for it, I didn't blame her, I blamed Greenwood and his men. I'd gotten a call from him before the attack, only I didn't think he knew about her pregnancy.

'You'll lose something greater than her Azrael.'

His words echoed in my head. I had my men scouring for the people that did it, needing to right this wrong. During this time of search I've been at her side, doing anything and everything to keep her calm and reassured.

I haven't cried, I didn't when Josephine died and I haven't when Amilia lost the baby. All I felt was anger, a deep burning rage inside my body. It was late, Amilia slept as I moved out of the room, getting a call from Lily.

"What is it?" I sounded harsher than I wanted but didn't care.

"We found them. The same truck described at the scene of the crime in a warehouse on 15th and Washington." I could hear her walking in the background, her heels clicking.

"Thanks-" I tried to hang up but she stopped me.

"You should have Axe or Damien come with you-"

"No. I'm doing this alone."

"Az you-"

Hanging up the phone I clench it tighter in my hand, feeling close to crushing it. Letting out a strained breath I move to a locked closet in the hallway. Grabbing some supplies and changing into different clothes I grab my keys and leave the house.

I'll fix it…

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No on pov:

A warehouse bustling loudly, moved with multiple men and women inside. All wore a green mask and suits, holding guns, knives, or a weapon of some sort. In a far off corner was a beat up truck, showing signs of a previous crash.

Crates moved in and out quickly, many of the people inside working to get them shipped out. Guards patrolled the area as night fell upon them. They were told to be vigilant in case of an attack. Greenwood advised them.

"Careful with that! Do you have any idea what could happen if that thing tips over?" A man slaps one of the other men on the head, moving him away from a large crate.

"It's just weapons. Stop being a pussy." He waves him off but earns a punch to the gut.

"Weapons wouldn't require us to be here at this mass volume. It's bombs, dumbass." He moves him to work on something else.

"Back to work!" The commotion dies down as people get back to what they were doing.

In a lower part of the warehouse men walked the halls patrolling for intruders. They're left blind as the lights suddenly go out. Turning on a flashlight they stalk the halls with their weapons drawn, aiming it at anyone in their way.

"See anything?" Guard A asks Guard B. He shakes his head and looks for the circuit breaker.

"Shit, wires all fucked up. Hold this." Guard B hands over the flashlight to try and fix the wire. Holding it steady he reaches into the circuit breaker and works with it.