Chapter # 42

9 Years Ago

“Get the hell closet, you little shit!” Azen's furious voice came out, yelling at the young couple running away in the forest.

Zadicus and Persephone were running, holding hands as Azen was infuriated at their audacity to kiss in front of Red Rain’s office.

“Why does the old man always target me?” Persephone hissed as they were out of his sight.

Stopping and turning to each other.

“He might have a special hatred towards you.” Zadicus shrugged, wrapping his hand on her shoulder, pulling her close and kissing her cheeks.

“Shit, he is coming. Run, Zadicus.” She panted, noticing Azen was coming to teach them a lesson.

“You sure love pissing Sir Azen off, don’t you?” He laughed, picking her up and knowing his speed, he ran, holding her.

“He is a member of Red Rain, he will beat us to a pulp one day.” He told her but she giggled, wrapping her hands around his neck.

Loving how perfect his hands felt on his body.

“So what?” She smirked, relaxed in his arms.

“Looks like