On Her Daddy’s Bed!
AXEL’S HOME
It was night already, and Hazel had been worried sick about Axel, who had stepped out looking furious.
After several attempts to check on him in his room, she decided to sit and read her books while awaiting his arrival.
Hazel was two hours into her book when she suddenly heard the thunderous sound of gunshots.
She froze on the spot as fear gripped her. Her palms turned sweaty, and her throat ran dry. Her hands found her reading plateau, and beads of sweat formed on her head.
In one move, she ran to her window, gripping it tight as the thought of Axel invaded her mind. A chilling wave of fear cascaded through her as the possibility of Axel being involved in the gunfire gripped he