All Chapters of Hellmatch: The Mafia's Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter Title: The Proem____________" Congratulations, you are pregnant! Here is your baby!", a thirty plus woman pointed at the tiny dot on the screen with a big smile, rolling over the liquid on her slightly protruded belly.Kiera Stevens felt her entire world, crashing down in a few seconds. Her big watery green eyes pulled on the screen, feeling a new surge of emotions.It was a baby! A life in her stomach!How could she get rid of it?This was her fifth time that she came to this hospital to abort the baby. But either she was scared or fled away in panic. This time when she was determined to get rid of this child, her strength was lost as soon as her eyes were connected to the screen.Her baby! Her own flesh and blood!The middle aged doctor asked for her concern again, turning off the screen to her disappointment," Do you still want to continue?"Kiera didn't utter anything for a long while. Her hands clutched the bedsheet secretly, exhaling and inhaling frequently to reach o

|| 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 throu

|| 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 || " 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 ||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