|| 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...