Chapter 22

AZRAEL DE LUCA’S POV

“Whiskey or Wine?” she offered, acting like a nurse perfectly.

“Wine!” I muttered, bringing my eyes back at her moving ass. She bent over my private bar to pour the glasses for us. It was late at night, 3 a.m. She kept her words, didn’t leave me for a second. She asked why I saved them, why I tried to block the bullet for them.

Well, I don’t know…

I fucking don’t know how did I ended up, rushing in front of them. It felt equally surreal to me. I wanted to protect them from any harm especially that little guy who smiled some monsters like us always. So, I dodged her questions. She offered to have a drink to clear my thoughts. So, we ended up, moving to my private bar in silence. The night felt good day. Until now, I always was doing business at this hours. It was the safest time to discuss our business in this city as it wasn’t owned by us entirely yet. The city still held threats for our illegal businesses. Though I was acting like a gent