A week after Chase and I had received that bad information about that young girl we beat up, she barely talked to me and avoided me at all costs. The only time she communicated with me was when we had a new rat to exterminate and that was it. It irritated me that she would even do this when we've been friends for a while now, but at the same time I should not have said what I said to her.

An apology wasn't even in question because each time I would open my mouth to even make one, she would get up and walk away from me without so much as looking back. It was so irritating, but at the same time I understood her aggravation with my statement. It's whatever now anyway because I'm not going to waste my time trying to apologize when she doesn't want to hear it at all. All I am going to do is just go on a job with her and talk about the job the entire time. Nothing more, nothing less.

Currently, I was walking to the office of the head of our organization, otherwise known as my father. He had requested my presence as soon as I got back from my last assignment of the night. Hopefully, he wouldn't bring up that discussion during our meeting. Hearing him talk about that constantly was a total pain in my ass and I hated it so much. I couldn't blame him at all for talking about it, but at the same time hearing it over and over was enough to drive me crazy.

How many times are we going to have the same tired out conversation that I won't even take heed of? You'd think my old man would get the message, but he doesn't. He's just going to keep bringing it up until I finally say "fuck it" and impregnate the closest woman I can find, although that idea may be a little shaky since I wouldn't know who I was impregnating. Why am I even going in depth with this right now? It's not like I'm actively looking for a suitable wife. My main focus is exterminating witches until the world is rid of those evil bitches. A wife and child would get in the way of that.

After two short raps on his door, my father called out for me to come in. Silently, I slipped into the vast office of his that had bookshelves that went all the way to the ceiling surrounding the room.

"Ah! Axel, come sit," He smiled at me. Taking in a deep breath, I walked over and sat down at one of the chairs across from his desk that looked to be new.

"Naomi made me re-decorate," He sighed, "She said that the entire room was starting to look a little unprofessional with the way things were starting to wear and tear."

Naomi was his second wife that he had dated years prior to meeting my mother. They had broken up once they both had fallen in love with their respect he partners and got back together nineteen years ago. Naomi was a very beautiful, brown skin woman who knew about our lifestyle, even though she hated the fact that we would kill children. It's sort of amazing how their entire relationship works considering how one of them hates the other's lifestyle, but they love each other no matter. If they like it, then I love it.

"You didn't want to re-decorate did you?" I asked.

"No. Your mother decorated this place and picked out just about every piece of furniture. It was hard to part with it, but Naomi convinced me and I realized that maybe the furniture needs to be changed once and for all," He sighed in exasperation, "The woes of a married man."

This statement caused me to roll my eyes. It was only a matter of time before he said what he was about to say and I'm not looking forward to it.

"Maybe one day you'll feel my pain once you settle down," He remarked. See? What did I tell you? He would say something about being married and then loop it back around to me. Times like this make me wish I had a reverse card right now, but this is not Uno. I'll just suffer through this conversation for the time being.

"Before you go any further into talking about you, just flat out tell me what you really want to say," I told him. He chuckled with a sheepish smile on his features.

"Fine. Not only do I want you to settle down and have kids, the council does too," He replied. At the sound of the council, I groaned. The council was pretty much made up of trusted, families who oversaw each branch of our organization for generations all around the world.

"Yeah I know they're a pain in the ass, especially that Lev, but they also help to make decisions for the good of this organization," He said.

"Please enlighten me on why they want me to have children so bad? Don't they have their own children to worry about?" I inquired.

"Yeah they do, but all of their children are married and getting ready to take their positions in the very near future," He responded.

"So for me to take your place in this organization and on this council, I need to be married as well as have children?" I asked.

"Yes," He nodded.

"What kind of sense does that make?" I questioned.

"Our organization values family more than anything. By finding a woman to marry and to have bear your children, you are showing that you are upholding those values while also producing an heir to take your place in the future," He explained. This entire organization's thinking is so outdated. What makes them think that any woman will willingly accept just marrying me so she can sit at home and bear children while I do the hard work? There are women who do that, but they are not my type. I want a woman who will work hard to achieve her dreams and not bind herself to the house. I want a woman who will possibly be high up within a company or even own it. I want a woman is very hardworking while also making time for me and our children.

"This means that women from the organization are a definite no as candidates," He added. It was a rule within the organization to not marry anyone that was part of it. Why? Because this place was strictly professional and personal feelings are to be left at the door. Of course there were the few rule breakers who slept around with each other and dated, but they never made it to the marriage stage because a superior, such as myself, would find out and cast one of them to one of our thousands of branches within the country.

As for marrying someone outside of the organization, we have to make them undergo a sort of test to see if they would be able to handle the fact that we killed witches, or if they were ones themselves. If they passed, then they got married. If not, then their memories were wiped clean and they would go back to their normal lives. Most people would be so distraught at the fact that the one they loved would have their memory wipes clean and would ask to have the same done to them so they could go live a normal life. Others, however, went on about their life and got over their feelings.

It's cruel, and tedious, I know, but we have to take some extreme precautions when it comes to our entire organization that we built for centuries.

"It's not like I was planning on marrying anyone from this place anyway," I mumbled. His eyes light up as soon as I said the M-word and I instantly regretted it. I swear my old man only hears what he wants to hear.

"So does that-"

"Before you jump to conclusions, I'm not getting married just yet so hold your horses," I cut him off. He deflated and frowned before looking away like a child. For a man who is very much so feared within this place, he can act like such a child sometimes. It makes me wonder how my mother and Naomi deal with him.

"Aww, man. I got excited for nothing," He grumbled. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, even if you aren't getting married just yet, at least go out and look. Maybe you'll find someone who is marriage material," He told me.

"Oh right. Maybe I'll just go to town and bump into my future wife like some cliché, cheesy romance film and get married to her in a heartbeat," My voice dripped with sarcasm. He narrowed his eyes at me for a moment.

"Okay, smart-ass. Get out of my office before I make you clean out the interrogation rooms until they're spotless," He threatened. Cleaning the interrogation rooms wasn't fun at all so it's best that I took my leave, but not before pissing my old man off.

"Yes, sir," I saluted with the same amount of sarcasm as before.

"Annoying bastard," He grumbled under his breath. All I could do was just smirk as I started to exit his office.

"You and Chase won't have any missions for a month or two so relax," He informed me as I walked out. A month or two off was a blessing in disguise. Finally, I get to relax. I've been taking assignment after assignment after assignment. It was starting to take a toll on my body and sleep schedule too that was more fucked up than anything else. Now I get to relax and catch up on much needed sleep, but first things first. I need to go grocery shopping tomorrow. My fridge was bare and eating take out every night was not exactly healthy. Who am I kidding? It wasn't healthy at all.

A month or two of relaxing. What else am I going to do aside from grocery shopping? Eh. I'll figure it out later. For now, it's time to go fill out the report for this assignment I just came off of and go home for the night.