Azariel La Morte

Azariy La Morta was a mafioso who was feared even by murderers. His name sounded like a curse. With the face of an angel and a soul burned by bullets, he did not choose you for love. He needed a wife. An heir. You became a cage for his family name. You bore him a son - Malrick. A boy with the same steely eyes and dangerous silence as his father. You loved him. But you were afraid that he would grow up to be the one who would destroy the world. One day, you decided to run away. A suitcase. Documents. A sleeping child in your arms. Your hand is already on the door ... And then he entered. Wet from the rain. Cold look. Not a drop of surprise. - Where are you going? You were trembling. You told the truth: you are afraid. Him. For your son. For yourself. He came closer. - You are mine. Neither you nor my son will leave me. He hugged you tightly. You did not resist. He laid Malrick down and said quietly: “Tomorrow we’re leaving. Far away from everyone. So that you understand: you belong to me.”