Chapter 138 Stolen Item
>>Seraphina
"What is wrong with me?" He raised his brow at me, "There are many things wrong with me." His voice was slow, with a mischievous tone.
I was surprised at that, did he just joke around? "I mean, what's wrong with your health?" I still clarified my question even though I knew he knew what I was asking.
He smirked, "That's a secret." I frowned, "But I'm going to work on the cure. So when I say I'm fine, I am fine." His voice held no anger now and he talked calmly.
"Okay..." I can't really argue with that, if he says he's fine, I have to believe him, but on my half, seeing all that for the first time was terrifying, "Sorry," I said and he looked at me, "I got scared. Looking at the blood and your situation got me in a panic."
His gaze lowered, "It's alright, I'm sorry I yelled."
His apology brought a soft smile to my face. There was nothing much behind it, but it just made me feel nice. It's the second time he has apologized, maybe he's not as bad as I thought he would be.
Silence filled the place and Azef simply closed his eyes with his head still on my lap. I couldn't really ask him to move, I was the one who put his head on myself but my legs were getting a little itchy.
Oh! I hope they don't fall asleep! I hate that feeling!!
I stared at Azef and then wondered if this is how he actually is. Does he normally act nicely and joke around? Or is the part where he's angry most of the time the real him?
I wonder, was he acting so rudely since the start because he was angry all the time because of my dad? He did say dad stole from him. That didn't come as a surprise, dad is perfectly capable of doing that. But I wonder what it was that he stole.
"Um," I started, "Sir?"
"Hm?"
"I want to ask a question." I said,
"Ask," He didn't open his eyes, he seemed to be at ease. Maybe that's why he doesn't want to move. The position must be comfortable for him.
"What is it that my father stole from you?"
He didn't answer me right away. He seemed to be thinking about what to say to me. I didn't ask him again and waited for him to speak on his own.
"He was supposed to make a delivery."
"Delivery? What kind of delivery?"
"A cash delivery." Oh! "He was given a suitcase full of bills, but he ran away with it."
"Oh, but, um, " Our voices were soft, "Why give a third party so much money to deliver?" A cash delivery? They can't just do transactions online??
He let out a chuckle, it was like he was making fun of me. Did I ask something funny? "For a transaction the police shouldn't know about." But he still answered my question. Or well, he gave me an answer that would make sense to me.
"Oh," And that did make sense.
Of course!
If I just used my brain, I would know that! He's from the mafia, so it's obvious they do illegal things that the government shouldn't be able to track! And so third parties are hired for deliveries like this.
God... I must be low on sleep. It's a very basic question.
"Was that delivery very important?"
"It was, and because of your father, we missed something even more important that we were going to buy." I see. So it was going to be a secret transaction. "But aside from that-" He opened his eyes.
Hmm? There's something aside from that?
"He stole something else that was even more important to me."
!!???
He stole something else too!!?? Something that is more important than money? I paused at my thoughts. I guess money may be the most important thing to me, but for rich people it can be different.
"What thing?" I asked. I know I shouldn't be curious, but the conversation had me engaged and I wanted to know. I mean, at the very least I should know why I ended up in this man's house.
Right?
"..." He took his time in answering, "It was something personal. And more than the money, I want that 'thing' back."
I see, he must not want me to know. But I wonder what was so important that he's hunting down my father for it and even took me and Eris hostage. Well, not exactly hostage. Our father basically sold us.
"I have another question," I said, "If you don't mind me asking,"
"You're one curious little kitten." He smirked and I pursed my lips, yet his remark didn't stop me from asking.
"That other thing my dad stole from you, how did he find it?" I asked, "You said it was a personal thing. So, it clearly wasn't given to him."
"Yes," His expressions downcasted and there was this look in his eyes. A rather sorrowful look that made it seem that whatever he had lost, meant a lot to him.
"The fault is mine I guess, I shouldn't have left it out in the open. But I never thought someone would steal that." He shook his head lightly, "It's a strange world."
'That'
What is this, 'that'?
I guess he's purposely not telling me what it is. He hasn't even mentioned what type of thing it is. But, obviously I have no right to intrude.
"Why did you leave it in the open if it was that important?" It must be in plain sight if dad found it.
"I took it out to clean it..." He let out a sarcastic scoff, "Bad timing, I guess,"
To clean it? Has he had it for a long time?
"Was he handed the money here?" I pointed down, indicating the house we were in.
"No," He replied, "Why would I let a middle man into my house?"
You've let his daughter into your house. No, you've let both his daughters into your house.
"Then? Where?"
"He came to the nightclub office."
"Oh," I nodded, "So, you kept that 'thing' of yours in your office?" I was asking these question because I thought I might be able to figure out what it is.
"No," He replied, "I always kept it at home, I was called in the nightclub for an emergency and I just left with it in my hand."
In his hand?
Is it something small? Or maybe it's like a suitcase with something in it? Hmm, there still are many things it can be.
"I see," But well, whatever it was, it's still shameful that dad stole it, "I doubt Dad has anywhere to go though,"
"What makes you say that?" He asked.
"The debt collectors already sold the house," I squirmed, my legs were definitely falling asleep, "And we only have distant relatives, and among them no one is fond of Dad, None of them would let him in the house."
"Distant relatives," Azef repeated the words and realized something, "Where do your distant relatives live?"
"None of them live in this city," I answered, "But why are you asking? I already told you they won't help him."
"If never about wanting to help." His expressions were serious now, "It's about how a person like Allen can threaten them and force them to help him. May it be as simple as letting him stay at their house."
My eyes went wide in realization.
For years, it didn't make sense to me where he would run off to after borrowing the money, after all, he had no where he could really go. But Azef's words made sense.
"Wouldn't people report stuff like this?"I asked softly
"Not if he has something on them or if he can harm the family."
My pupils shook at the realization, "They all have little kids," I whispered.
"Well, there you have your answer."
I wasn't fond of my father but nowadays, the more I learn about him, the more I hate him. He must be why none of those relatives ever asked about me or Eris...
I unknowingly moved my leg a little, a wave of goosebumps passed through my body and I froze.
NOOOO!!
My legs!!! Shit!!
"What's wrong?" He noticed I was uncomfortable
I managed a weak smile, feeling a tingling sensation in my legs as I shifted uncomfortably beneath his weight. "Yeah, just my legs fell asleep," I replied, trying to mask the discomfort in my voice.
Azef's lips quirked into a mischievous grin. "Oh, really?" He teased, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Let me help you with that."
Before I could process what he was saying and then protest, he began poking my legs lightly, eliciting a yelp from me as the pins and needles sensation that coursed through my limbs.
I closed my eyes tightly and balled my fists in the air, "Hey, stop that!" I begged as it felt like ants were eating my skin, "Please, please, please, please!"
He laughed at my reaction and I felt him get up from my thighs, "Cute,"
I shot my eyes open and saw him leaving.
Wait,
Did he call me cute?!??!