|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||
I stared at the tattooed man,a a few feet away from my standing spot.
Azrael De Luca!
It was a new name in the business world but was succeeded to leave a deep impression on everyone. One thing, everyone knew about him that he was gossily rich.
The man named Azrael sat across, crossing his legs together. His one hand gripping the red wine had multiple tattoos, crafted from his fingers and disappeared under the long sleeve of his Armani suit. My eyes switched to his next hand, spotting different remarks of tattoos, wondering how long they had on his body. It was very unusual as a business man. My dad used to lecture me that only goons had such dangerous tattoos. But I bet, he wasn't that sort of guy. Security was tight in this city and such a mafia business was a fairytale to us.
I bit my lips tightly to observe his features. His grey hairs had mysterious gleams like no other else in this room. Even his dark black hairs were perfectly settled, glistening through the semi darkeness. He was insanely handsome. I bet that if he wasn't into business, he would have made it into a big model. The man next to him was trying to make a formal conversation but he appeared nonchalant, sipping from his own wine absentmindedly.
My eyes followed his throat movement, so sensual and magical that I had to force myself to look away from him. To my surprise, our eyes connected accidentally and nearly, I tripped on my pace under his dark hypnotizing eyes.
What was fucking wrong with me? He was just a guy!
Despite my shaky nerves, I refocused at him again, finding his eyes on me. My breath faded from the intimidation, he passed from his grey eyes. I could certainly tell that his eyes were like a falcon gaze, pinning me with a desire to be hunted by him. The awkwardness continued and I wrung my arms together to avoid his obvious eyes on me.
" Excuse me!", I gestured at one of the staff, trotting over to fetch another drink as an excuse to divert his attention from me. But no matter where I went, my subconscious mind told me that a pair of eyes were following me everywhere.
Gulping one hard sip, I sneaked a side glance from the man on the couch. I froze, watching him again as the way, he didn't tear his eyes from me. I licked my lips dry and went on the other side. Something scared me about his eyes.
Picking the hem of my dress, I rushed to disappear in a dark corner to avoid his dark, haunted eyes.
Gosh! Why was he freaking me out?
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|| Azrael De Luca's POV ||
' Kiera Stevens '
I remembered the name barely. Last time, it was one of my man who showed me her picture for one of our brand's photoshoots. Later, she turned down the offer, claiming that our company didn't had solid background. She was too suspicious over our identity.
Fuck! A woman with a sharp mouth!
That's when, I also learnt that she was a witty woman. But today, she managed to capture my sole attention especially the way, she tried to hide her irritation towards this party. Same like me who didn't like gathering like this.
I watched her, amazed at how she tried to hide her existence from me.
Poor girl! She didn't know that a devil like me never misses its prey.
I even forgot when it was the last time, I was interested in women. Well, it wasn't like I fell in love. All, we had the permission to fuck around as much as we wished but the wife position should belong to someone from the mafia world. We always followed our bro code.
She hid into a corner, doing her best to hide from me. I smirked at her little sneaky game and reached for the next glass, gulping them in one single shot.
Let's play the game!
From the corner of my eyes, I saw a bald man, approaching her slowly. She gave him her radiant smile, taking my breath away for the second time in this party.
What a breathtaking beauty she was!
Her flawless skin, curves on her body glowed like stars in the sky. I wondered how they would feel under my fingertips. I observed her twisted face when the bald man offered his hands,probably asking for dance.
No..Not happening! She was my prey for tonight!
" So, do you agree, Luca?", Mr.Theodore asked in a careful voice that I had no idea. He had been blabbering about his upcoming election for a long while but all I could see was her. A stung of discomfort shot through my heart when the bald tried to catch her wrist, faking a wide, polite smile on his face. But as a man, I could see the lust in his eyes. He wanted to fuck her before me.
I stood up instantly, shocking everyone around with my impulsive steps. Unbuttoning the two buttons of my suit, I mumbled to Mr.Theodore before taking a long stride towards her,
" My assistant will inform you on time, Mr.Theodore."
My step was picked on her way, noticing how badly she wanted to dismiss the bald. Oh damn! He wasn't aiming my prey, was he?
I growled disapprovingly at the thought and made my appearance noticeable,
" I hope, I am not bothering you."
My voice jumped them off together as they both turned their attention to me. Kiera stiffened, giving me a long thoughtful stare. The bald looked up at me, surprised and overwhelmed probably. His lips stretched into a big, flirtatious smile,
" Oh, Mr.Luca. Not at all, I was waiting in your office the other day. Then, your assistant told me that you were busy somewhere else. It's my honor that you have come to look for me personally. "
I smirked at his voice, taking a slow sip from my wine. He was baffling too much for God's sake. Bringing the wine between my lips, I murmured, laying my eyes on my little prey who wanted to run away again,
" I wasn't talking about you. I meant..this pretty lady.."
The bald looked shocked, speechless for a good few seconds but soon, he covered it with a nervous smile. His eyes met me and immediately understood that he wasn't welcome here anymore. He excused himself wisely, disappearing after a few words,
" Oh..I get it.. Please enjoy.."
" Drink?", I offered her casually, my eyes finding the amusement in her gaze. She appeared nervous but didn't try to sugarcoat me like any other women. She shook her head refusing. I shrugged, taking my final gap and asked pointing at the floor,
" I believe that you haven't come with a male companion. Can this pretty lady dance with me?"
I was aware that I was awful when it came to pursuing women. Despite my attempts, I couldn't demise the iciness from my tone. It was something like I was born with this cold charisma.
She looked back and forth before bowing at me slightly to get rid of me immediately,
" I am sorry but I have to leave before 10. "
She made a repulsive move to walk away from me. My jaw tickled in anger, knowing that she was the first woman who rejected my offer. Before she could take any second step, I blurted in fury,
" I am sure that Stevens Enterprise wouldn't mind me as a new investor for their recent project."
She looked back at me, brows tightening together. Licking the wetness from my lips, I continued with a smirk,
" So dance with me, Miss Stevens. Your father won't mind."
" Is that a blackmail?", she blurted through her gritted teeth.
I chuckled, grinning at her angry face,
" Nope, a punishment for disobeying, Azrael De Luca!"
|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||The air thickened around me, suffocating without any proper reason since I couldn't feel anything except those tattooed arms around my waist. Each time, we moved with the rhythm, his sleeves rolled up, displaying those scary tattoos.It was just a dance! Did he have to threaten me like that?His eyes held a contended smile when my body moved along as per his wishes..well, it was an order. He asserted his name like a king as if he could do anything if I refused to compile his order. I never wanted to dance with him since his presence scared the hell out of me. The intimidation was so much that I could barely breathe properly. But my father's business wasn't running too well in these last years. I didn't want to put his business in danger because of my disturbing mood." You were in love By Bryska" were playing in the background. The slow, sensual tone was developing an unhealthy romantic atmosphere, not for me." Why are you doing this to me? Do we even know e
|| Kiera's POV || " Like my gift, Pretty Girl!" His one line kept reverberating in my mind, taking away all my strength in a matter of seconds.The road in front of me seemed too long to end. Silent tears shed from my eyes whenever I remembered the presents from him. It was all the images from my days abroad. God knows how the fuck he got those pictures of mine when I was fully pregnant with Ryan, walking around the street or doing groceries. It made my heart skidding like a race to think that someone was holding my darkest secrets. Until now, I was pretty sure that my father had removed all the evidence of my pregnancy from the world through his money. Then...how the hell did he get those from local cameras? A fearful shudder passed from my lips. I was failing to stay on track on the road because of my anxiety. Azrael De Luca was threatening me to come to the city's abandoned place where people call it haunted currently. I didn't even get the chance to tell my father where I was he
|| 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 d
|| Kiera Stevens's POV || " Mumma!", my little happiness shouted from the stairs, jogging in his small feet all the way down. I screamed back instinctively, snapping back to the reality that I was a mother not any model, " Be careful, Ryan!" My son giggled, throwing himself at me as we both knocked on the ground. I kept showering peeper kisses on his face, his smiles taking all the uneasiness from my heart. Even Luca's warning disappeared from my mind as soon as I saw him. Ryan wrapped his arms around my head, his tight felt possessive as if I would vanish in a moment. " You can't believe how long he has been waiting for you!", Aisha spoke from the stairs in her night gown. I thanked God several times to bless me with this best friend of mine. In my absence, Aisha took care of Ryan's needs always. I knew my baby well. He preferred Aisha's company more than his grandfather. I smiled, standing up from the ground, " Thanks mate!" Aisha rolled her eyes in response. She didn't like t
|| Kiera Stevens's POV || My steps paused in an unexpected shock, staring mutely at his bearded face until some distant road lights flashed across his face. The man was above 50 years old, almost catching my father's age. If my consciousness was caught right, he runs some company in the town. But there was something different, coming from his eyes. It was mysterious, lustful something like that. Although my instinct was pushing me to go away, I stood there numbly to hear the rest of his words. Because I was doomed practically from every corner. Swallowing, I tilted my head back at him to ask nervously, still wobbling on my knees, " What.. what do you mean?" The man gave me a cocky smile which I didn't like. Approaching me closer, he continued in an arrogant voice, tapping on his chin, " Well, I am the owner of DGK Enterprise. You can become our brand ambassador. Trust me, Azrael can't have his influence on my company." DGK was a well known cosmetic brand who run different busines
|| 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
|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||Another lie! Another attempt to strip me down from my position!Did these people think that I was so naive to believe in their lies?That girl was choking on her breath. She dared to lie, looking straight into my eyes. She deserved death but not before telling that who sent her for me. She coughed vigorously, stammered her words out shakily," I..I.. didn't..lie..."I groped her chin hard. She flinched in pain, eyes gathering tears in fear. I shouted at her face, asking for a damn answer," Tell me the fucking truth! You said that you had C-section? Where's the scar? Where's the scar, bitch?"Her eyes went wide, realizing that she had fucked up with her own plans of lying. She pressed her lips tightly without giving me any answer. Something dangerous gleamed from her eyes. I knew at that exact moment, she was someone from my rivals or else none of this fucking bastards had the powers to look into my eyes.Out of nowhere, she stretched her arms out to grab th
|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||A new beginning...Or A new walk to destruction...I was here to seal the deal with the devil, to submit my soul so that he could turn me into ashes. Tears blurred the vision of his haunted house in front of me. It was 3 a.m at night already. Surprisingly, I didn't know how I arrived at this place without any fear.Inhaling another deep breath, I walked into the entrance numbly, my legs wobbling all the way into the house. Matteo was heading outside. A look of surprise flashed across his gaze when he saw me. He asked, nodding his head politely," Where did you go, Miss? I was going to look for you.. Luca..He seems angry over you sudden disappearing. "I didn't care about his thoughts. My father was in the hospital and nothing else mattered to me. Skipping his questions, I blurted out of my breath," I want to talk with Luca. Can you..can you.. take me to his room?"His eyes slightly widened at my request. After coming here, I never visited his bedroom. It was