Chapter 30

Chapter 30
|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV ||
He left like a storm in the air.. leaving me hanging in the haze of pleasure. As days passed, I began to question my hatred for him because right now, I was craving for his touch. Even today, I liked his kiss, his dominant kiss, and the way, he was trying to consume me with a single kiss. I liked the way he took care of my son.
If he really hated me, why did he care for my son who was no one to him?
Complicated feelings washed over me and I plopped down on the bed, exhaling. No, I couldn't be certainly falling for some Mafia boss who made me his personal whore. My dad would kill me if he learned about us, doing this shit. He was a man of pride. He would rather kill me than give me off to some Mafia King. He was already so tolerant of my rumors 5 years back. He forgave me because I was practically innocent and had no hand in the incident.
I was tricked by Anastasia Beverly Brown, my once best friend and my sworn enemy now. I can still remember the day of our celebration. I was drugged after taking just one shot. When my consciousness began to leave my body, Anastasia sent me into a room, telling me that she had reserved it for us from the beginning.
So naive! I trusted my best friend without even thinking. Who would have thought that she actually sent me away because she wanted to fuck my rich boyfriend?
The rest of my memory was blurry inside my brain. Anastasia insisted that three men entered my room after I got drunk. But I could only remember one single figure, those tattooed arms. Everything else was nothing in my memory. Possibly, she arranged for those men to rape me because she was very confident about that statement.
My thoughts were interrupted once my phone began to vibrate. My face fell as soon as I saw the caller ID. My dad must be angry at me. Taking a deep breath to encourage myself, I finally received the call but all I could hear was his piercing voice,
" KIERA STEVENS! Are you seeing a man? Is that why you are absent from home?"
My breathing stopped momentarily. All I could do was gulp hard.
Did Dad find out about us? Impossible...
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|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV||
I barged inside the room as fast as I could. Finally, the day was here. Although we knew nothing of that girl, I was going to look for her until my dead end. David was sitting in front of the laptop, his fingers on the mouse. He sat up to leave the spot for me, his eyes holding an unknown fear. I growled glaring at his face,
" What happened?"
David didn't say anything but his expression told that there was something wrong with the footage. He just sighed before speaking politely,
" I think..you should see it by yourself, Luca!"
I kicked the chair hard before sitting in front of the laptop. I had some basic knowledge about how to use a laptop. So I just tapped straight on the play button.
VIDEO PLAYING
6 A.M, 7th October, 20XX
Early in the morning, a girl was coming out of my room. Her clothes looked messy and she looked absolutely screwed up except her face. Long hairs covered her face mostly. She staggered and stumbled all the way downstairs to the reception. She was already looking back to forth like a lost puppy as if she was afraid of someone, seeing her.
I was getting frustrated because her face was still covered. She went down to the receptionist and shared a few talks. Just when I thought of shutting off the laptop, the haggard girl from the video looked behind, her face facing the CCTV that we were playing. The first thing that I saw was her green eyes.
I jumped out of my chair in shock, my breathing coming harsh and rapid. I growled her name, out loud,
" KIERA STEVENS!"
Fuck!
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|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV||
" Let...me..go..where..are you taking me..", I cried, yelped in pain but they were barely listening to my cries. My wrists hurt because of the pulling and dragging to the room that I never existed in the first place. I was glad that Ryan was fast asleep. So he didn't hear his mother's cry. Here, I was facing my worst nightmare. Probably, the devil had finally decided to stop being good.
Right after the conversation with my father who said that Kevin had told him everything. That fucking guy told him that someone had kissed me on the street and it was guy. But he didn't tell Luca's name. Probably, he was scared after the meeting. I expected my father to call Luca already but thankfully, he didn't know the name. All he asked about was the guy that I had been keeping in secret.
His two muscular men barged inside my room to pull me out of it. They gave no explanation, no words but I was pretty sure that it was Luca's order. Maybe, he decided to kill me today. They were harsh, rough with me, holding. Perhaps, David or Matteo would have treated me differently if they were the ones to pull me out.
All the beautiful memories that I had been cherishing just a while ago had been destroyed in a moment right after I entered his dark room. The room looked like a torture cell, dark walls covered the entire space. A big yellow bulb was lightning over the desk at the center. There, I saw him, putting on a dark face, staring at the walls above.
" Luca..", I gasped, once I was thrown on the chairs. My wrists hurt immensely. Tears of pain slipped out of my eyes. I tried to ignore the race in my heart. Because he looked like a devil who was ready to burn the hell down. I had never seen him so raged before.
His dagger-like eyes looked up to stare at me, emotionless. I saw nothing but killing intent in those eyes. He spat by gritting out his words,
" Is that you?"
He spoke before pushing the laptop towards me. I blinked a few times before finally managing to look at the video playing. I almost gasped out in shock, and nearly fell off but my subconscious mind screamed to stay calm.
It was me..
The night...when I had my biggest nightmare of life...
It was the same night that I got my little miracle named Ryan...
I looked nothing less than bigger in that video. I was mentally and physically drowned that night. But how was the video still there? Dad told me that he had someone to delete the records of that. Why was Luca asking me all of this?
I breathed my words out, stuttering as I didn't want anyone to know my weakest spot,
" I..I don't.. understand.."
Luca clenched his eyes shut with a hiss, his patience was running out. He took a deep breath before telling me again,
" Rivereria Motel, 7th October, 20XX, Room No.406 You entered into that room?"
" 406...", I muttered, looking down at my hands that kept shaking but didn't I enter room No.460? Suddenly, I felt blank inside my head. Anastasia told me that she booked room No.406 for me and three men went there to rape me that night. But how could Luca say that I entered room No.460?
I shook my head unsure,
" No..It was..460..."
" STOP LYING AT MY FACE!", he growled out, slamming his hand on the desk. I startled out in fear. He continued gritting his teeth furiously,
" Fucking look at the video! It was you who entered room 406 that night.. "
I opened my mouth to say something but his question left me wordless,
" Tell me, Ryan's father's name? "
My breathing caught in my lungs. I looked up at him in horror and glanced back at the video to replay the moment when I came out. The number showed clearly.
406........
So..it..was...No...
Tattooed arms.....
That hard grip...
his eyes.....
Ryan..oh my God! What have I done?