Third person point of view•
The room was silent as a dark night, the only noise was heared of the light and damp noise of the loud music in the dancing club, the room is as cold as the sea, there is stain all over the walls and engraved writings. The room was lighten by a single neon light which only made the trio's face visible.
Azazel's jaw was clenched, staring deeply towards Roman, if stare could kill then he would have been already dead.
Roman's mouth in a gap, his eyes opened wide, and cautious. He hunched his shoulder and got goosebumps and trembling like he might die.
Clarice was just utterly confused.
"Why?" Azazel's voice came as if it's a exhale, his eyes crinkled.
"I had no other option, where could I live her? They wants me to sell her? Look at her she is so innocent it's not her fault. We-We can't sell her-" Roman tried to explain but cut short with the indication of Azazel by his hand to stop that he heared enough.
Azazel sighed and sit back on the chair, he shook his head and ordered,"I want you to return her, or just sent her to the Russo mansion. You don't have to give her to her grandparents, and just keep him infront of the main gate, and the guards will take her inside."
Clarice clutched Roman's hand and with a wide eyes looked at him in fear,"I don't want to go home." She whispered. Roman gave him an assurance nod with a light smile.
"I know you will get melt by her puppy dog eyes, so I want you to think wisely either way here listen this info, all the mafioso are after her, for she is the Princess of this territory. She is not safe with us."Azazel tried to be as calm as possible.
"Are you crazy?!" He yelled,"Do you think she will be safe their? If she was so safe their then she wouldn't have been kidnapped by some low people like us."
"I don't care. You will take her and give her their !" Azazel yelled back.
"No! Sorry, I am sorry, but I - I can't ."
"Why? What is she to you?!" Azazel asked.
Roman become silent, he has no answer, Azazel is right. What is she to him, they have just met. But Azazel finds himself in her, she is helpless, innocent, scared and an orphan, for Roman was also a scared, helpless and an innocent little boy, but he believes that if she is their with him he will no more be an orphan, nor she.
She needs him, and he needs her like a plant needs a human and a human needs a plant. Two and two can live this world together.
"I just met her, that is a mare excuse, I feel the connection that I can't explain. To you it can be cringe because you are feeling less. I am sorry that I had to say this to you but, Please." Roman replied.
"No. I don't want any trouble."
Roman moved towards Azazel,"Look, I will not put you in trouble, I promise, you- you can tell us a place to escape," He tried to convince.
Azazel looked between Roman and Clarice, he nodded,"Okay." Roman smiled making Clarice smile too. "This is the last time we will meet, because between this war you will die."
"Have faith in me brother!" Roman smiled and smacked Azazel's arms playfully.
Azazel shooked his head with a faint smile, looking anywhere but at them and replied,"I am not your brother, I am no brother to dead men."
There was again a silent, this one was awkward and disturbing, but no one can change Roman's mind.
"You will go to Black beard's barber, meet him tell him, that I sent you their and also tell him that you want to get Underground for some days... You two will stay there for maximum two-three days and then move out to a new place, Black beard will let you know about your next destination."
Roman smiled,"Okay. Thanks Azazel."
Azazel replied with,"Now get out."
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