Chapter twenty seven | Yours

                                    

                                          
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"Да, я скоро буду дома, любовь моя" (Yes, I'll be home soon, love), I said as I walked down the street toward my apartment.
My boss had let me off early today because it's my daughter's birthday. 
My grip tightened on the bags I was holding—groceries and two gifts for my little girl.
It's just me, her, and my younger brother. Suddenly, I felt something strong hit me right on the back of my head.
I fell to the ground, and the last thing I saw was a pair of black polished shoes.
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I slowly opened my eyes to a dim light. I was in a dungeon. Shutting my eyes tight, I opened them again, trying to adjust to the faint glow. 
Where am I? I looked around, confusion and fear gripping me.
My hands were tied to the wall behind me. I tried to get up, but I was too weak.
I couldn't. 
My breathing quickened.
What's happening?
I don't know how much time had passed when the dungeon door creaked open, revealing an old man. 
I had never seen him before. He looked to be in his fifties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a small belly. 
Who is he? What does he want from me?
"Bene, bene, bene," (Well, well, well) he said.
"Welcome to my home." I wanted to scream, say something, but I couldn't.
There was a gag in my mouth, and my hands and legs were numb.
"You're probably wondering why you're here?" he asked. I nodded, desperate for answers.
"Your boss has something that belongs to me, and you're going to help me take it back."
☠︎︎Azrael☠︎︎
It had been two days since that ball. 
Michael and Jennifer went back to L.A. yesterday, and Mikhail is still here.
He's helping me find that old fuck, Aldo.
I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water after working out at the gym.
I noticed Alessia standing near the stove, her eyes unfocused, staring at nothing.
Her arm was in a splint, and her fucking face was bruised.
What the hell?
"Алессия, ты в порядке?" (Alessia, are you okay?) I asked, trying my best not to show concern.
She flinched slightly but nodded.
"Извините, сэр, да, я просто упал с лестницы." (Sorry sir yes I just fell down the stairs.) She bowed.
I nodded back.
"будь осторожен в следующий разl" (Be careful next time.)
 I took the bottle and jogged upstairs to my room, where I was immediately greeted by Roy and Rony.
I rubbed behind their ears before heading to the living room.
I found Rosie on the couch with Loli, making little bows.