Amilia pov:Shouting and the sound of things breaking filled the room. I sat on the floor of the living room, staring into a static TV as my parents argued. They always argued.Hugging my knees to my chest I let myself tune it out, hoping they would stop soon. They didn't, instead a large hand pulled my hair from behind, throwing me onto the floor."It's your fucking fault! Acting like a little whore!" My mother lifted a belt and whipped me with it, not caring where it landed.I didn't dare make a sound, it would only fuel her rage more. I'm not sure what I did this time, most of the time I wasn't, I was just tired of being in pain. My body was covered in heavy bruises, my eye swollen shut, some of my ribs definitely broken.These weren't from now, no, welts and marks covered my body from her beating. The other ones were because of my father, he was worse. She stood above me, spit flying as she called me every name under the sun.I just watched her, the look of pure hatred and loathin

Amilia pov:"So you're the leader?" I sat up and cleaned the bloody bandages and towels."Yes."What the hell did I get myself into? Rubbing my face I try not to over or under think this situation, I needed to be rational."I understand if you want to leave." She stood with her arms crossed, eyes towards the ground, like a scolded child."Do you kill people?" I sat myself on the counter, my hands wrangled together."Yes. Plenty." She was honest."Do you like it?" She stayed quiet for a moment, biting her lip before speaking."More than I should, yes." She is kind, sweet, caring, cocky, a jackass, funny and yet she kills people. How can… that's not fair to even ask, I mean I've killed people, I keep killing people to get away."You may not believe me but I'm sorry. Truly I am." She gritted her teeth, her body language screaming in anger."Come here." My voice was quiet, I almost thought she couldn't hear it.Slowly walking to me she stood in front, her eyes down and her arms crossed s

Amilia pov:Waiting outside the building I waved goodbye to Max as he left. Going on my phone I waited for my ride to arrive. Scrolling through social media and checking news reports I hear a car pull up.A black Rolls Royce pulls up, rounding the car, I get into the passenger side and find Azrael with a smile. Looking in the back I found three other people, one being Damien."You brought your friends?" I raised a brow at the white haired woman."Dropping them off. Things went longer than expected." She smirked and drove off.She had blood on her cheek and hands. Rolling my eyes I open the glove compartment and hand her a wet wipe."You look nice, Amilia." Damien poked his head between our seats."I always do." I smiled and continued to scroll through my phone."Stop pinning for her you dork." The girl in the middle pulled him back."You missed your chance, amigo." The man on the left said, patting him on the back."Claudio and Rose." Whitlock whispered to me, cleaning her hands quick

Azrael pov:Waking in the morning I couldn't find Amilia beside me, thinking she was exploring, I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Taking care of my morning routine and showering I dressed in some loose black slacks and a flowy white button up.Pocketing my phone and cigs I made my way out to find her, the afternoon light streaming in through the massive windows. We stayed up late, making love till early dawn, falling Into each other's embrace after.Checking most of the rooms I opened up the library doors and found her sitting on the floor, surrounded by books. She didn't notice me coming in, too enraptured by her book to look up.She wore a white summer dress, it went to her mid calf, hugging her chest with small straps and curving on her hips. It seemed like it was see through but gave no such thing away. Rolling my loose sleeves up I approached her slowly.Watching the way the sun filled the room, dust particles flying around as they fell slowly. The light catching on h

Amilia pov:The drive to her parents house was quiet, I was nervous despite keeping myself calm and neutral. Az had her hand gripping my thigh tightly, she seemed just as nervous as me.They lived in a manor just like her proper home, only somehow this place was bigger. It was outright huge. It was outside the city which meant we'd be staying the night here.Arriving at the place the car door was opened for me as two men took the car to park it for us. She held my hand as we walked up the steps, each one making me more nervous.When the doors opened we were met with Damien, he had his hair slicked back and wore a nice black suit. He hugged Az and I before leading us in, all while talking the whole way."They're in a good mood tonight so no need to worry." He patted her on the shoulder, a wide smile on his face."That doesn't mean it can't be soured." She retorted back. This seemed normal with how they talked, the only thing that surprised me was Damien's accent."I thought you didn't