Athena のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Tristan was in Azazel’s office picking up his leftovers, “I am going to kill this son of a bitch,” he was cleaning up some files when the door opened, and someone stepped in. “Come back later, Ethan,” he threw some files and stuff they no longer needed when he heard a throat clear. He knew that sound. Heck, he loved that sound. He craned his neck up to see Kira standing at the door. “I am here for Azazel. I guess I will come back later,” she turned around to leave when Tristan wolfed to her and clutched her wrist wheeling her around. Kira, who wasn’t expecting it, gasped and stumbled on his chest. Tristan wrapped his arms around her and inhaled her bergamot and daisy scent, calming his racing heart down. It had been a hard few weeks for Tristan as well. Losing his brother, getting him back, and close to losing him again. It was messing with his sanity. “What are you doing? Let me go,” Kira struggled in his hold. “No,” he pushed her more into the door and clutched her arms tightly.

Athena walked out of the room, closing the door. Azazel stood there waiting for her, “Is she okay?” he asked, pulling her into a hug. “I think so,” she let him hug her. He wiped her tears with his rough thumb pads, “no more tears,” he strictly told her, and she obeyed. He was about to abuse her lips when August came running to them, “this place is so cool,” she was about to crash into Athena, but Azazel put his hand before Athena’s stomach and stopped the little girl from crashing into her. August craned her neck and peered at Azazel. “Is she okay?” She was offended that he stopped her from hugging her sister. “She is, but I will tell you a secret. There is a baby inside her,” he gestured, and the little girl dramatically gasped. Athena creased her brows, asking what was going on, and August hugged her sister without hurting the baby. She put her ear to her sister’s stomach and listened to the baby as if the baby would talk. “Is it a brother or sister?” She was curious to play wi

They sat in silence, Azazel lost in her face and her in the stars. “You should look at the stars,” she turned around to look at his face. “I am,” he didn’t even move his head from her face. “I meant the ones in the sky,” she wheeled her head back to the sky. “I prefer the one in my lap,” he pulled her closer. Even under the layers of clothes, she could feel the hardness poking her ass. She gulped, thinking of all the moments of their intimacy. Athena gazed at those cosmic beings. They had a pattern that seemed so fixed and yet ever-changing, distant lights that call to every being on the planet that there is a different world outside the one where she was living, ready to inspire dreams of other worlds. They both soon forgot the cold, and the stars streaked by every so often seemed to push time along for them. Her time moved while his stayed frozen. They just kept sitting there waiting for one more, and the universe granted them another shower. He brushed the hair covering her ne

Azazel and Athena landed in France earlier than anticipated, not knowing Cleon was waiting for them. The boy was ready to kill. He stood at the entrance waiting for them to show up. “You bastard,” he ran to Azazel, and before Athena could understand what was happening, Cleon had already landed a punch on Azazel’s face. The man’s head tilted to the side. The environment got tense. Athena gasped, clasping her mouth. The second Cleon’s punch landed on Azazel’s cheek, all the 50 guns in the room rose, pointing them in Cleon’s direction, but the mafia don instructed them to lower their weapons. “Leave,” he ordered his without turning his head from Cleon’s face, but the men were paid to risk their lives. They didn’t move an inch. “I won’t repeat,” he hollered while smirking at Cleon. They all bolted out in the next minute, not wanting to trigger their boss more. Cleon was raging mad. He was away for long for his matches in London, and he called his sister every day, but Athena did not fil

Three weeks had passed since he had asked Ethan to check the birth records. The man had been working night and day, and so was he trying to inquire all possible angles, but to no avail. In these three weeks, Azazel and Athena’s relationship improved a bit. He had sent Iris, Damien, and August to a secret location. He arranged security and protection for them. Somehow, he felt, splitting them up would be safer. This way, the enemy’s attention will be split between the two parties, and the time to hurt them will take longer, giving him a window to save them both. One fine morning, Azazel woke up with Athena in his arms, he didn’t want to get up from his bed, but Athena pushed him away and ran to the restroom, and Azazel followed. She bent down on the commode and let all the contents flow out. Azazel closed her ears and rubbed her back. After emptying her stomach, he made her sit on the bed while Azazel returned with breakfast. “Do we need to go to the doctor?” Azazel settled on the bed