|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||I barged for the outdoors, stumbling all the way to my parking car. His guards kept shouting behind my back," Miss..Miss..you should at least inform, Luca!"I jumped in the car, and the sore feeling between my thighs returned, reminding me of our passionate encounter. Looking at those running guards, I showed them my middle finger. They could just fuck themselves. My son needed me there. Even if I had to break a thousand rules, I would be there for him.Stepping on the engine, I drove back for home, breaking his order again.________The hall downstairs was full of mascara. Broken things came to my attention as soon as I stepped my feet into the hallway. Maids kept chasing behind him. My son kept throwing things here and there. Since Dad was staying in hospital, it was even harder to control this little monster.Ryan was a special child. It wasn't like he had autism or other health issues. Two years back, he witnessed a terrible accident very closely. Ever s
|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||She looked shocked, taken back..Did she seriously think that I would give her a free run after disobeying my order last night?She swallowed hard as she pressed her son behind her harder, her gaze flashing in fear. A smirk grew in my lips, knowing that this stubborn ass lady had only one weakness in her life, this boy, Ryan." What.. what are you doing here?", she stuttered, peering at my men who had surrounded us. I replied by twisting my lips, taking slow steps to her," I have come to see you here especially since you left without informing. I wanted to see who was the important person who gave you the urge to disobey me last night."My eyes fell behind her but once again, she hid him behind her body, only half of his face was seen barely. I chuckled, raising my eyes at her daring," Do you really think that this can hide him from me, Miss Stevens? Seriously? You know what kind of man I am."She blurted, her breathing turned shaky," I know and that's wh
|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV ||Ryan was holding one of those men's gun. His expression was calm and natural even after hitting the full basket of bottles nearby. His man acted fast, snatching back the gun before the crowd could notice. Ryan pouted angrily after it was taken away.Fuck.. Seriously..Was my son into these guns?" Ryan!! ", I shouted, getting on my step to scold him. I didn't want him to play with something so dangerous. I wanted him to be a gentleman like my father. Luca held me back, his cold hands gripped me before I could reach over. Pushing me back at my chair, he gave his men a meaningful look.One of them came forward to bow, apologizing," Sorry, Luca! He..he insisted on playing. We will be careful next time."My voice raged, coming out harshly," Why did you hand over the gun in the first place? Don't you think that it's dangerous for a little child? Besides, he could have hit someone by mistake."I was furious over these useless men. They were giving a real gun to a
|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV||A gasp left her lips suddenly. My hand disappeared between the valley of her thighs. God! She was so wet for me.Just from touch?She looked drunk when I kept playing over her thighs. I hated to see her long exposed legs. So many fucking men kept looking at them. I wanted to see them alone for myself but she was born to rule the runway." Lu..Luca..", she whispered, giving me her 'please fuck me eyes'. She was so tempted yet she kept running away from her pleasure. I smirked, knowing how desperate she was for my cock. But I was here to play. I wanted her to spend the night with me but she left without telling me.Another gasp....Her eyes went wide in realization when I pushed my middle finger inside her sex, slipping past of her panties. Blame her! It was her fault to wear this short dress." Like that, pretty girl?", I kept my voice down, getting closer. Her low meows were drowned by the cheers of people around. They were all engrossed in the play on stage.
|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV||Luca was dragging me fast. Our legs banged few times but he didn't even wait a second to slow down. I was being dragged away by this man cluelessly. I shouted, squeezing past the leaving crowd," Wait... Wait..At least tell me..Why the fuck we are running? My son is out there."He didn't stop for a bit. His jaw was tickling in anger after he dragged me away from our previous spot. His expression told like there had some serious issues going on which he didn't tell me. I hated to be stay in dark all my life. Midway, I shoved his arms off angrily, shouting my words out," I am not going anywhere unless you tell me what the fuck is going on!"He had no choice but to pause between his steps. Glaring back at me, he spat through his gritted teeth," If we stay here any longer, we might die. Do you believe that? So follow me without questioning."My jaw dropped in disbelief, fears crawling into my heart immediately. I wasn't a girl who could accept bloody things so c
|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV||" Is he okay now?", I asked as soon as his man named David strode outside with a nurse aside. He smiled at me little then notified calmly, keeping his voice noticeably low," He is..but he doesn't want to take any doctor's help. As you know, he is one kind of stubborn man. I was wondering if you can convince him?"" I will! ", I replied immediately, knowing that it was only a favor that I owed him. Still it felt like a nightmare, thinking about the moment when he threw himself in front of us. He didn't care about himself anymore. That guy with a gun aimed at Ryan. Then he came over to cover us even before the bullet could pass through us. He was injured and hurt." Mom, is uncle hurt for me?", Ryan asked, jerking my hands worryingly. Ever since he saw him hurt, Ryan remained quiet but the worry in his eyes didn't disappear. He cared for a complete stranger who just met him.Before I could give him my answer, David crunched down in front of him. He scooped him
|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||" Whiskey or Wine?", she offered, acting like a nurse perfectly." Wine!", I muttered, bringing my eyes back at her moving ass. She bent over my private bar to pour the glasses for us. It was late at night, 3 a.m. She kept her words, didn't leave me for a second. She asked why I saved them, why I tried to block the bullet for them.Well, I don't know...I fucking don't know how did I ended up, rushing in front of them. It felt equally surreal to me. I wanted to protect them from any harm especially that little guy who smiled some monsters like us always. So, I dodged her questions. She offered to have a drink to clear my thoughts. So, we ended up, moving to my private bar in silence. The night felt good day. Until now, I always was doing business at this hours. It was the safest time to discuss our business in this city as it wasn't owned by us entirely yet. The city still held threats for our illegal businesses. Though I was acting like a gentleman, the cop
|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV || " You come home late every night.", my dad's voice halted me between my tracks. I jolted to find him, sitting on the couch. Legs crossed, he was reading the newspaper calmly. Who would believe that this man had a minor heart attack a few days back? Because he looked perfectly with his freshly trimmed beard and stone-cold expression. My father had always been a man of perfection. He was discharged from hospital last night. He didn't even bother to tell me because he claimed that there was nothing serious in his health. Thankfully, Luca had taken care of everything. So, the news of me wasn't trending anymore or causing this old man to erupt his anger. I mumbled, flinching mentally at the thought of what I do every night, " Yeah.. It's just..My schedule is too busy these days." Yes, too busy to fuck! I prayed that my dad never found out about this. Giving birth to Ryan was already his limits. Last night, I had cried enough to vent out my frustrations espec