"I thought your laugh was my favourite thing about you, until I made you moan and once I heard those gasps and sighs, you turned on my soul"AZRAEL...**Three years later**Three years later, the garden was full of life and laughter. The sun shone brightly, and the air smelled of flowers in bloom.Raffy, now nine years old, was playing with his younger brother, who was just over two.The little boy, with brown hair and big, curious eyes, laughed as Raffy chased him around the garden.Raffy caught him and lifted him into the air, making his brother giggle."Dodo, you are so cute", Raffy said and then, they ran off again and enjoyed their game.Zafira watched them from a distance as her heart was full of love.She stood beside Azrael, who was smiling as he watched their sons.RAFFAELE Azrael Sartori aka Raffy had grown into a confident, energetic boy, and the younger boy, RICCARDO Azrael Sartori aka Dodo/Riccy', seemed to be following in his big brother’s footsteps.Zafira place
**A few days Later – Dungeon of the SARTORI Mafia**The dungeon was dark, cold, and filled with the smell of blood. Chains rattled as Tyler, tied to a metal chair, tried to move. His face was bruised, swollen, and bleeding. His body was broken; ribs were shattered, skin was torn, and breath was ragged.Tyler was no longer a man. He was a pile of flesh barely holding on to life.Across the room stood Satan himself.Azrael Sartori.The King of the Mafia.Dressed in black three piece suit. He appeared calm, handsome but deadly.Azrael looked at Tyler like he was dirt. His eyes were sharp, cold, and full of rage. He walked slowly toward Tyler and his each step was louder than the last in the silent dungeon."You’re still breathing, Impressive", Azrael said in a flat tone.Tyler coughed as he was choking on blood. "Please… please… have mercy… I … apologise".Azrael stopped right in front of him as eyes fixed like steel."Mercy? Apologise?", Azrael repeated quietly.Tyler trembled."You sol
The teenage boy’s eyes locked with Azrael’s as his gaze was filled with defiance but a flicker of fear crossed his face as he saw the cold determination in the mafia boss’s gaze. Azrael’s gun was steady and aimed directly at the boy’s chest while his finger was hovering over the trigger. "Touch her again, and I swear you’ll take your last breath," Azrael warned as his voice was as sharp and deadly as the weapon he held. There was no room for negotiation, no hesitation in his tone. Every muscle in Azrael's body was tense, his grip on the gun firm, as if ready to end the boy’s life in an instant if necessary.Zafira trembled as she was desperate to hide herself in his arms. She ran to Azrael and her bloodied arms wrapped around him tightly as she sobbed and her face buried against his chest. "Azrael! I was scared", she mumbled softly.Azrael’s free arm instinctively came around her and hold her protectively while never lowering his weapon. That boy had thought himself in control, bu
"I don't love like others. My love is possession, obsession; something so fierce it could burn the world just to have you."ZAFIRA WILDER AZRAEL SARTORI ...."No one else will touch her. She’s mine now," the young teenager boy declared and his piercing gaze locked onto Zafira and send shivers down her spine.Her red, tear-streaked eyes welled up again, unable to hold back the overwhelming despair."This is it," her thoughts screamed. "The end of my life. The end of my freedom. The end of my love. The end of Azrael's Crimson. Or... This is the beginning of my end", She thought as her trembling hands clutched at the tattered remains of her clothing while her heart was sinking deeper into hopelessness as the teenage boy’s shadow loomed closer.His youthful face illuminated under the dim lights of the auction hall. Despite his age, his aura was commanding and his eyes were cold and calculating.The old man who wanted Zafira was clearly taken aback by the teenage boy's boldness
Back to the rogues pack, Vesper, Draven, Thorne and Sabrina with the soldiers of the pack brutally killed the rogues pack and also got the information about Zafira's husband and his involvement in Zafira's abduction. That led them to the warehouse where Zafira was locked by Tyler. …‘Warehouse?’, Azrael got the news and he immediately left for the lead. His mafia members and all Sartori family members were there as all they found was an empty warehouse. Azrael found Zafira's torn clothes and blood mixed with the dirt on the floor. His blood boiled and heart pumped frantically. ‘No’, Azrael's lips trembled as pain and fear erupted in the body and heart. "Crimson.... My child", Azrael's eyes turned bloodshot. "Azrael", Sabrina called Azrael softly. She didn't want her son to break down there. Azrael was lost in pain as he sniffed the scent and a familiar scent caught his attention. “This is”, Azrael's eyes widened as he got a lead. "Dark Alley", Azrael said coldly and everyone
Back at the warehouse, Zafira's heart pounded as Tyler raised the whip high above his head. The cruel glint in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. The sharp crack of the whip cut through the air was followed by a searing pain that tore through her back and forced a scream from her lips.Tears streamed down her face and mingled with the dirt and despair of her situation. Her body trembled and her breaths were coming in ragged gasps as Tyler’s voice echoed around the room."Azrael Sartori, The capo of the Sartorian Mafia. The boss... Your mate... he killed my father!", he snarled as his voice was dripping with hatred.Zafira’s vision blurred from pain and tears, but she could still see the fury blazing in Tyler’s eyes. 'Tyler knew that Azrael was my mate. So he is aware of the supernatural world and werewolves as well', She thought. "My father! He was the only family I had, the only one who loved me, who protected me. And your precious Azrael... he took him away. He took everythi