Allure of Darkness!

51. The Difficult One!

Author's POV

"One more set."
Mikhail ordered while drinking his coffee.

Marona whined while throwing the ball on the ground.
"I am tired..."
She complained.

He was making her exercise in the garden and she has never had a strict trainer like him.
"You just did one set... We have a whole exercise to finish... Come on!"
He ordered.

She shook her head.
"No!"

He placed his coffee mug down and was about to get up but Marona stopped him.
"No, No, No... I am doing it... I am doing it!"
She laughed nervously, knowing if he started making her do it then she will be doomed. He doesn't compromise when it comes to her health.

Mikhail smirked while leaning against his chair and grabbed his coffee again. She scowled and started exercising again.
"You are evil!"

"Thank you!"
Mikhail chuckled.

"And monster!"
She whined.

"I know! And?"
He was enjoying it while sipping his coffee.

"And Hitler!"
She groaned.

"You should use actual bad words for him... These are compliments."
Damon chuckled as he walked towards them.

"Seriously!"
Marona huffed.

"Hey, don't fuel her..."
Mikhail warned him.

"Shut up!"
Damon waved off and looked at Marona.
"Good that you are doing exercise... But why is your stomach looking like a pumpkin?"

"Because I am carrying two babies!"
She mocked.

"Yeah, I forgot sometimes that Mikhail has hit the milestone."
He chuckled.
"Bro, what do you want?... Girls or boys?"

Mikhail shrugged.
"Whatever is in there!"

Damon shook his head.
"You are so boring!... Aren't you excited for genders... Marona is actually smart to keep it secret, it builds up the excitement..."

"Anything! But healthy!"
Mikhail chuckled.

Damon rolled his eyes.
"Give him two pumpkins"
He told Marona and both of them laughed.

All of them looked at the way towards the basement when they heard a blood curling scream.
"Oh my god! Is he doing it again?"
Marona hissed while imagining the horror.

"Any update on Aurora?"
Damon asked Mikhail.
"I hope she is alive or else this man will go crazy."

"She is alive, we just need to find her."
Mikhail sighed.

Rafael walked out of the basement at the same time, drenched in blood and anger. He was silently walking towards the house.

"Hey, Rafael... We were talking about baby's genders. What do you want, girls or boys?"
Damon asked and Mikhail nudged him. He was literally poking a wounded tiger.

"Girls!"
Rafael replied grumpily with a straight face and didn't even bother to stop.

"So we all are in a girl gang!"
Damon chuckled.

"Why are you teasing him?"
Mikhail shook his head in disagreement.

"Bro, this man has hid my wife somewhere... I am not even aware where... I have a right to bother him."
Damon shrugged.

"Enjoy your vacations... Your wife boils blood anyway."
Mikhail rolled his eyes.

"And I love that!"
Damon chuckled before walking away.