Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty Three
Kamari’s POV
“Luciano?” I called out the moment my eyes flew open, but I got no response—only silence. Didn’t he say he wouldn’t leave my side? Where was he? Where did he possibly go to?
“Luciano,” I called again, my voice softer this time, hopeful. Still nothing…. Only the silence of the room responded to me.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, wincing as pain shot through my ribs and arms. Every movement reminded me of the bruises, the marks, the fear Joselyn had inflicted on me.
I took a cautious step into the hallway, moving slowly until I reached the front of his study. “Luciano?” My voice cracked, echoing down the empty corridor. No answer.
Maybe he went to get me something to eat, I thought. Or maybe he had something important to attend to.
But another thought followed immediately—he would have left Jasper behind to watch me. Yet the entire house was calm and eerily quiet.
My stomach rumbled, hunger twisting inside me as I turned toward the kitchen, my stomach rumbled again for the second time making me quicken my steps towards the kitchen.
“Jasper?” I called softly as I reached the kitchen doorway. Where have everyone gone to? Was this a prank or what?
I stepped inside—and froze.
There was blood on the floor.
Not just ordinary splashes or droplets but thick streaks leading toward the back door. My breath hitched sharply in my throat. My heart began to pound, loud enough that I was sure someone else could hear it, but nobody could since I was the only in this entire house.
“No…” I whispered. Did anyone break in while I was sleeping? Why didn’t hear a single sound when all of this was happening. The blood still looked fresh– meaning it happened a while ago.
I backed away slowly, my pulse roaring in my ears. My eyes darted around, scanning the room. The entire kitchen was a total mess like a fight went on in this room, the kitchen chairs were overturned, shattered glass just on top the kitchen counter.
And then—behind the island—I saw him…A guard.
His eyes were open, but he looked lifeless just like how Davin looked when Luciano shot him, his chest wasn’t moving neither– He wasn’t breathing– he was dead and gone. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming.
He was dead— The guard was already dead. This wasn’t a warning, neither was it a threat it was a bloody massacre, I could even call it a mafia bloody coup between Joselyn father’s clan and Luciano’s clan.
My legs felt weak as I moved through the house, dread curling tighter with every step I took. This was the reason for the quietness… The more I moved around the house the more body I saw….One body in the hallway, another near the stairs.
Blood smeared along the walls like someone had tried to crawl away. I didn’t want to believe it. I refused to.
“Luciano…” My voice broke completely this time. “Please… where are you? Please don’t do anything stupid.”
I needed to leave immediately, if they noticed that I was still alive and not in the hospital they would come for me too, maybe have my head slaughted by Joselyn herself.
My chest tightened painfully. My vision blurred. I pressed my palm to the wall, breathing hard, fighting the panic rising fast and uncontrollable.
If Luciano men were dead… Then this house was no longer safe…. Then I wasn’t save either. And if he was gone… then this was my only chance. I didn’t think anymore. Thinking wouldn’t solve anything.
I moved, I grabbed the first hoodie I found, pulled it over my head, ignored the pain screaming through my body. I slipped out the back door, my heart racing.
I didn’t run at first. I forced myself to walk, steady, but I didn’t stop glancing at my back just incase I notice anyone following or stalking me.
But the moment I reached the street, I broke into a run.
I didn’t look back… I didn’t have where to go only my late husband’s house. By the time I reached my late husband’s house, my lungs burned and my legs shook beneath me.
The place looked exactly the same as I’d left it, memories of the constant torture I faced with Davin flowed back no matter how hard I tried to shut it out.
I locked the door behind me and slid down against it, my body finally giving in. If Luciano men were dead… then staying meant dying too.
I packed quickly. Only what I needed–my clothes and the little cash I had saved up while working in Luciano’s company. I just needed to leave, I just wanted nothing that could trace me back to him, nothing that could tie me to this city.
I clutched my bag to my chest, waiting for dawn to break so I could leave the city for good, but sleep refused to come. I couldn’t put myself to sleep not after seeing what Joselyn’s father is capable of doing.
My mind replayed the images over and over—the blood, the silence, the fear that wrapped around my chest until it hurt.
If Luciano was dead and his men too, staying meant waiting for my turn. And if he was alive… he would come looking
for me.
Either way, I had to be gone before the sun rose.