Hellmatch: The Mafia's Heir novel Chapter 9

|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||

He just left.....

After imprinting a forever haunting dream of shooting someone in my mind, he left without words. His dogs followed him hurriedly. Cluelessly, I remained there, shivering. A few guards were left behind who showed no pity on me. That man kept begging for mercy but who was I to forgive him? I was sure that Luca didn't give a shit about me. After all, I was his play tool only.

As soon as the door was closed, I stumbled, backing out to fall on the chair. Only that time, I got some reaction from the guards,

" Miss..."

One of them approached me, uncertain about how to touch or grab me. He spoke pretty politely,

" Are you feeling good?"

I hummed, massaging the back of my head,

" I...I..am..fine..."

How could a human feel fine after shooting a person for the first time?

It felt crazy to recall the moment. Thankfully, the guards took him away from here, allowing me to breathe properly. I had no idea for how long I had to stay there but Luca was going to end my career for sure. Maybe tomorrow, I would be blacklisted from the modeling industry for eternity.

My shoulders slumped at the thought. Never in my life, I felt so helpless and devastated. But I was determined to fight until my dead end. For the sake of my son's future, I had to live at any cost.

The sound of my phone vibrating snapped me out of my thoughts. Pulling out, I saw it was Molly, calling me at this hour. A temporary panic set at the pit of my stomach. Possibly, she received more termination letters from the companies.

Tapping on the answer button, I opened my mouth to speak first but Molly's sobbing entered into my ears first. My heart skipped a bit.

Did Luca harm her? Did something bad happen to her?

I stuttered, standing up from the chair,

" Molly.. what happened? How are you.."

" Kiera.. your father.. your father had a heart attack.." Molly's voice cracked through the lines. All I could hear was an ambulance, ringing with a red alarm in her background.

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|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||

Five fucking years......

I straightened my back up to sit properly. Pursuing my lips tightly, I questioned my back calmly,

" How did you give birth to my child, woman?"

" C... C-section...It..it was a complicated pregnancy...", she stuttered, salivating her lips repeatedly.

I inhaled a deep breath to keep my temper on check. All this time, I read her features. Literally, she forgot that she was wearing a tunk-top, her bottoms were completely visible in my eyes.

" Matteo..bring a bowl of hot water for me, please!", Matteo shot me an uncertain look but disappeared. The woman panicked slightly, began to speak on her own,

"Luca..I wasn't really lying..It..It was me.. Remember, you saw me at that party..."

Within a few minutes, Matteo returned with his bowl, placing them at the side table. I got on my feet to move for the girl who looked cowardly now. She didn't even dare to lift her eyes at me.

I grabbed her head swiftly, dragged them near the bowl until she was screaming in defense. I forced her face into the hot water for a second, released only after she had the taste of burn. Her face immediately turned red from the burnt that she felt from the water, her cries getting louder than before.

Matteo was startled too but he knew that I had reason for every action that I take. I gritted my words out without letting go of her fake hairs that threatened to pull out from her skull,

" Tell me, who told you that I slept with the wrong girl that night? Give me a name!!"