Chained By A Possessive Mafia's Love novel Chapter 15

Blaze's POV

I took a few steps towards them. They were still sitting but it looked like they were glued to their seats. And the moment they would stand up, their throats would be in my hands.

They dared to plot against me just because they couldn't control me anymore.

They were looking at each other like they were committing murders with their looks. I only admit these two are quite a legend when they want to trap someone, but not me. I'm not the person they mess with.

"What? Don't have any answers?" I asked, stepping towards them.

My father's face already turned pale like mud, and another one was pretending. "Blaze why are you here?" My father's expression changed. He should be an actor rather than a mafia leader because, in acting, no one could fail him.

"What do you mean why?" I asked, the supercilious smile plastered on my face, and they knew what was going to happen when I smiled like this. That's one of my specialties. I need to laugh, and everyone around me understands what is going to happen next.

"Oh, it's nothing. I thought you were coming back tomorrow, and no one informed me," my father said with a fake king smile.

That's what I wanted to hear from him. And he finally let it out.

"How will they inform you that your spies have already left this world? Dead men cannot talk or spy on anyone."

I went to his cabinet and picked up a gun from his favorite collection. He liked to collect every type of gun and keep them in his study room.

Seeing me taking the gun, they freaked out. The calm expression vanished into the thin air.

I pressed the trigger and shot straight at him.

I heard a scream, but it was not my father. It was the other devil. Because my father was a ruthless man who believed men should never cry or show their weakness to the other person, that made us the weakest creature in the world.

My father was silent, but he sweated, and his face turned like a dead body.

"Oops, missed a target," I mocked as I was playing with the gun, but they knew what I was doing.

"Blaze, are you crazy? How can you shoot me?" my father said in his dangerous tone, but his voice betrayed him.

"Who said I shot you? I just wanted to check if it was working or not. I don't want to miss my target," I said and raised my gun once again.

Mr. Bendik had already moved to a corner and shivered like a sacrificial chicken. Once again, I pointed the gun at my father. This time he knows I will shoot him if he doesn't put down his fake acting.

"What the hell are you trying to do for a woman? This type of woman is like a prostitute. You-" I didn't let him finish his words.

A bullet went through his left shoulder, and he hissed in pain. Blood gushed out from the wound, and coward Bendik was already sobbing.