Hellmatch: The Mafia's Heir novel Chapter 6

|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||

Silence.......

There was a long awkward silence around the room. My breathing caught in my lungs, chest rising up to down heavily in anxiety. I stared down at the dead cockroach, lying next to my feet. The bullet that came from my back was only an inch away from my feet. His door has gotten a big hole from the piercing bullet. I prayed that no one was hurt outside. I hated blood more than anything else in my life.

How the hell did he have a gun?

I sucked a deep breath, my mind playing with the image of him, aiming the gun on my back currently. But when I looked back, it was all a lie. He was smirking like he had hit some jackpot just now. My eyes dropped on his gun, finely wrapped around his long fingers as if he was used to it.

" Did I scare you?", he said, raising one of his eyebrows playfully. I just stood there like a frozen ice-cube, too afraid to move or do anything. He continued, taking slow, predatory steps on my way,

" This is what I do when anyone disobeys me!"

My eyes went wide, casting a side glance to the dead cockroach. He kept speaking, keeping his hawk-like eyes at me,

" You said that it's all lie, didn't you? No one is going to believe my words?"

I didn't say anything in response. Definitely, it wasn't a wise move to argue with a man who had a gun. He walked, stopping right behind me to use his dominating voice to speak clearly,

" Maybe your body has the best evidence, Miss Stevens. Let's check it out.."

His cigarette flavoured breath kept hitting my nostrils. I felt dizzy because of anxiety or something else that I had no idea about. Before I could react to his words, his arms wrapped me from behind. My lips parted to let out a horrified gasp, even intending to scream until my ass fell on the desk safely.

Azrael wasted no time slipping between my parted thighs, his eyes carrying a smouldering look that shuddered every vein of mine. Did he take my threat too clearly?

I gasped hard when one of his arms disappeared into the hem of my night robe. Panic settled on the pit of my stomach, stuttering in my breath,

" Wait.. what..are you.."

" Hussh!!", he hussed me in a lazy voice, his fingers continued tracing into my robe. I was thankful that I chose to wear a three quarter pajama underneath. It was more like a command than a little warning. All this time, my eyes laid on the gun in his hand.

The sound of my dress tearing apart snapped me out of my thoughts. My head hung low, spotting the front portion completely teared apart, my stomach was facing the cold air of this room. Tears pricked from the corner of my eyes, not in pain but in fear of watching my threat, becoming true.

Azrael smirked, watching the fear growing my eyes. My breathing staggered when his fingers caressed over my stomach, whispering something dramatically,

" 3 stitches from C-section. I think, this evidence can never vanish."

I almost choked myself at his ugly humour. How narcissistic a man could be to turn you into his play tool? Above all, how the hell did he get these smaller details?

Tears of rage and frustration burnt in my eyes. I muttered, eyes laying on the devil close to me, playing with his gun,

" Why.. why are you doing this to me?"

He knew too well that it had one hundred percent possibility to ruin my career once again. Perhaps, it was a mistake to slap him in the crowd. His lips stretched into a small smile. His face dipped down, dangerously close to my stained cheeks. He kissed the corner of my mouth to whisper something clearly,

" Every mistake costs a price. Just think that you are paying for it in a cruel way. 48 hours is left for you, Miss Stevens. First, 24 hours, you will enjoy all the privilege of becoming the woman of Azrael De Luca. In the next 24 hours, you will see the consequence of insulting the man who can decide someone's fate. Don't try to pull your stubborn ass because this time, you aren't facing the press or the fans. You are facing the Mafia King, Don of Italian Mafias, AZRAEL DE LUCA.

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"Wow, Ki! Look, the tabloids are worshipping you like goddess! What happened to them all of sudden?" my assistant Molly A.K.A my best friend giggled happily, scrolling through the latest morning news. I was numb, emotionless, broke. How could someone scrub their mind from the incident when your head was under a gun?