Free Web NovelChapter 29: Robbery
’’Get rid of every sharp object.’’
As early as six the next morning, Azazel and his team of twelve demons raided Corrine’s apartment while she slept. Four demons were positioned in her room, two by her right and left, actively taking orders and commands from their leader as the remaining eight moved about, clearing anything sharp capable of harming a mortal.
They raided her kitchen like cockroaches, getting rid of all silver spoons, knives and even plates with sharp edges.
’’Captain!’’ A demon whispered, grabbing Azazel’s attention as he handed him a silver mug with a picture of a Labubu on it. ’’Are these considered harmful?’’
Azazel grabbed the tea mug and examined it closely. Turning it around and staring at the inside. He wasn’t sure and he wasn’t taking any chances. So, he broke the cup. The shattering sound of the mug against the floor startled other demons in the living room and some in the bedroom.
One demon stared worriedly at the human they had been called to watch around the clock and noticed how she barely moved at the sound, causing them all to sigh in relief.
Captain Azazel then knelt beside rubble and grabbed a sharp piece. His gaze widened at the sharp pointy edges the cup produced once destroyed.
’’It’s dangerous. Get rid of every single piece of it! Now!’’
’’Yes, Captain!’’
They emptied her shelf and checked the drawers for anything hiding as a dangerous object. By seven-thirty-five, they were done and all melted into the shadows the moment the human stirred awake.
Corrine woke around eight and was grateful it was a Saturday. She tried not to think of Henry and went straight for the bathroom to brush her teeth.
Corrine noticed that her hair dryer was gone. She frowned, checking the other drawers. Her flat iron, along with her shaving razors...even her toothbrush was missing.
Corrine stepped back blinking as she tried to wrap her head around this. Thankfully, she had a spare brush locked away in one of her boxes and thought maybe she had moved all those missing things to another place she can’t remember.
She showered, not minding the iron soap rack and so many of her skin care products and body wash bottles with long necks and pointed caps missing as well.
’’What the fuck?’’ Corrine became a little scared to even step into her shower, scared she might even go missing. She tried not to think much of it at first and showered with the products left.
She stepped out, and thought of spending her weekend at home, reviewing that grey colored folder.
She paused before her mirror, looking slightly exhausted.
Why did he do it for her?
How did he even know she needed such a document in the first place?
Could he be...?
Corrine shook her head, trying not to think so much of it. She remembered what she was about to do to herself yesterday and found it impossible to forgive herself.
Will she have really ended it all if he hadn’t walked in and made her feel afraid of her decision?
What was he currently doing at the moment?
Is he really serious about being her intern?
The more she stared at the mirror, the more she realized how much she thought of him rather than Henry’s betrayal.
He looked injured yesterday. Is he doing alright?
She bit on her nails while thinking about him.
The air smelt fresh and cozy from yesterday’s rain. Corrine dressed into a loose grey tracksuit and dark crop top. She placed her laptop on her kitchen island and turned it on to work while craving tea.
She turned to her kitchen, bringing out a carton of milk and placing it beside the packet of tea bags left.
She turned on the stove to cook something to eat. Corrine reached for one of the kitchen cabinets and froze when it was empty. She turned to the other one and the one beneath...all her utensils were gone.
What?
Corrine quickly reached for her purse and noticed all her credit cards, phones, bills and other documents were intact.
’’Huh...?’’
She then took a moment to look around, seeing it all clearly. Her TV was still there. All other worthwhile furniture and belongings that might attract a sane robber more than toothbrushes, frying pans and a bottle of shampoo were present.
Corrine was deeply disturbed by the robbery and moved out to report the incident to the head security team of their apartment block.
The old man looked equally confused when her phones, money and other belongings were spared except her...you know what.
’’I’m sorry, but I patrolled the halls and checked every corner twelve times in the rain but I did not notice any suspicious movement, especially from your corridor.’’
Corrine remained amazed. Her hands moved furiously in her hair as she tried to understand what just happened.
’’Did...anyone else come to you to report their missing spoons or knives...’’ It sounded more ridiculous saying it and she thought the old man might think she was insane as well.
’’Not at all. Maybe you had them all moved to a place or the store in the basement and you don’t remember, ma’am.’’
What nonsense was that? She barely stays at home. What time did she have to be moving her things around and for what reason?!
’’I’ll give it a few hours before I report...this to LAPD,’’ the head of security assured, which only frustrated Corrine more as she wondered what her crime was to deserve this!
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’’Uhm...two French fries, a bowl of salad and a can of coke please,’’ Corrine ordered at the counter. Since she had no plates and plots to cook and eat at home she might as well have breakfast, lunch and dinner here. She was even scared to eat at home until the police arrived and assessed the situation.
She wanted to believe it was her paranoia getting in the way of her reasoning but she has felt watched and followed ever since she stepped out of the house.
Corrine moved her hands in her hair again, feeling a bit worn out. The attendant taking her order frowned as if disgusted by what she was having.
’’What freak orders French fries with salad,’’ the teenage boy with blonde hair commented with an eye roll. Corrine heard his sassy remark.
’’Excuse, me?’’
’’Nothing,’’ he said as he worked behind the screen, inputting her order, ignoring Corrine’s disbelieving look.
’’French fries with a bowl of salad and a can of coke!’’ He roared to those working behind and scoffed as he leaned on his side of the counter. freewebnøvel.coɱ
Corrine couldn’t believe this rude kid.
In five minutes, her order was ready and she was served. She fished out her credit card to make the payment and it was successful.
The boy handed over her card to her before mumbling under his breath, ’’You don’t look that old to be eating fries with salad.’’
Corrine just walked away, deciding to ignore the kid. She had bigger problems than arguing with him this early.
The boy was satisfied to have thrown a few snarky insults to their first customer and delighted to see her walk away without arguing back.
’’What a bitch—-omphhh!’’
The boy got gagged immediately by one of Azazel’s disciples and got dragged down the swelling dark hole opening in the ground and disappearing without a bird noticing.
’’Azazel, how is she?’’
Azazel turned from the window to answer the call, nodding to a demon to take his place.
’’She is perfectly under our watch and safe from all known and unknown harm, Your Majesty. You need not worry about anything.’’
Grim called the following Sunday in the evening, laying on the couch still resting and healing while worrying about her safety.
’’What is she doing at the moment?’’ his voice sounded softly from the other end. Azazel moved from his spot and looked through the window at Corrine.
’’She is currently lying on the bed, working, Your Highness.’’
Grim smiled, the light returning to his face as he tried to imagine it.
She was safe.
That thought alone quickened his healing process.
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There were twelve in total.
Corrine concluded as she typed nonstop on her laptop while munching on a donut. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Anytime she tries to approach any of them...they vanish. Like they weren’t there in the first place.
As long as they kept watching her from the shadows...her eyes flickered to the small knife hiding under her pillow, the one she managed to buy for her protection.
But so far, these tall men seemed to just be watching her while keeping their distance.
As she was scrolling through her mails, a news article popped up and she decided to give it a read but paled instantly when it announced the sudden death of President Marcus Ivan Laundry.
