The Mafia's Heir

|| KIERA STEVENS POV ||

" Congratulations, you are pregnant! Here is your baby!" A 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 the fifth time that she had come 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 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 a final decision. Her mind drifted back to her best shining moments when she received her Best Newcomer award, her upcoming advertisements with those top brands, and her years of hard work. All of them were like a fairytale to her now. Her body shuddered when the memory of being held by those possessive arms reflected into her memories, their moans and grunts, echoing throughout the green room, those shameful memories that she never wanted to recall. Maybe, it was her fault for getting drunk so badly that she barely had a memory of that night.

But after everything, as soon as she predicted a beautiful baby in her arms, a tiny pair of arms that begged for her care and love, Kiera was lost in those moments.

She closed her eyes slowly and finally found her priority in life. Her grip was released from the crumpled bedsheet. She sutured her words in a breaking voice, " No...I won't be.. having an abortion..."

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Kiera went back to her house later in the evening after a day full of cries. Her father, Jonathan Stevens waited for her in the hallway, his eyes full of smiles. Kiera had been making headlines consistently. Her advertisements were well-known around the state. Although Jonathan Stevens wanted nothing more than his daughter to join the family business, he was a proud dad to see his daughter's name all over the tabloids.

Kiera started walking into the house in her numb steps. Her step staggered all the while, one hand gripping the purse tightly that had her secret secured.

How could she tell her father that she was pregnant with someone's child that she didn't even know? How could she tell him that the man, his long-time boyfriend, Jasper whom she trusted the most had cheated on her along with her best friend?

" Kiera! Come here! Look, Mr.Thompson has also appreciated your recent advertisement for his brand! ", Jonathan Stevens called over her with a big smile. Kiera swallowed down the painful lump in her throat and froze in her tracks. Her face morphed in guilt to see her father's happiness but sooner or later, he was going to know the truth especially when she decided to keep the baby.

Letting out a soft exhale, Kiera tiptoed over her dad's sitting couch, mustering up all her courage to spill the truth. She stopped right in front of him. Her painted lips quivered before opening and closing hesitantly. Finally, when it was parted, the watchman from their entrance dashed into the house, carrying a horrified face.

The old man didn't wait for their permission before yelling in a panicked voice, "Sir...There..there are reporters at our gate who insist on coming..They.. they...are saying that. Young Miss..is... pregnant..They.. want her.. explanation.. "

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A man's wailing was heard inside a dark room. He was hanging upside down, face covered in bruises. His lips were covered in fresh blood, crying and whining occasionally.

" Tell me, how close were you to marry her?", Azrael De Luca, the newly allocated Don of the Italian Mafia Empire had finally decided to question on his own. His tattooed hand rested on the handle of the couch, showcasing his newly imprinted tattoos. His grey eyes were fixed on the man in front of his eyes.

" Don..I.I didn't..marry..her..", the man who was hanging whined, trying to sound convincing. But he knew the severe consequences behind it. Betraying the brotherhood had only one result ___ death sentence. Azarel's family had been the lead of Italian Mafia for decades. For a a safe and healthy business environment, all the local Mafias which are called "The Italian Brotherhood" had always followed the strict rules, made by Azarel's family, the head of all local gangs. Whoever broke the rules had to pay the price even the Don himself.

Azrael let out a short laugh, blowing his smoky air out of his mouth. He hissed, putting the cigarette aside from his lips, " Ssh! I hate lies, Jackson. You were fucking one step away to marry that rich heir."

The man winced at the intensity of Azrael's voice. Even in that awkward position, he was bathing in the sweat of terror. He whined pleadingly, " Don...I...."

His words were never heard when a bullet shot through his skull, leaving him lifeless. A satisfied smirk played on Azrael's lips they put back the gun in his pocket, scoffing with an arrogant faces, " The price of our secrets is too high, Jackson. You shouldn't have broken the brotherhood rules. We may fuck a lot of whores but we don't marry someone from a different world."

Matteo, the right-handed man of Azrael inhaled a deep breath from the doorway, feeling more scared to reveal the truth. Azrael who met his peripheral eyes dropped the cigarette aside and strode over to him in big steps.

Matteo lowered his eyes down in guilt, visibly shaking. He knew how the worst Azrael's temper was especially after the kill today. Azrael was fucking loyal to his brotherhood. Matteo pursued his lips nervously after a deep breath, " She..she isn't found anywhere...Don..We..we are still searching.."

Azrael's hand went straight to his head, strangling up ahead to meet his bloodthirsty, lifeless eyes. Matteo let out a squeak but didn't dare to say anything. Azrael's cold, magnetic voice echoed inside the room followed by a low growl of anger, " I don't fucking care if you have to go under the sea or not, Matt. But I won't allow a woman to sleep with me then dissipate like nothing, Matt. If she gets pregnant, my father's empire will be threatened then this position of Don will be gone. You heard it? I won't fucking allow it. Find her or you all will be dead!"

5 YEARS LATER............

|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||

" You must go, Kiera!", My dad finally raised his voice, speaking after a short cough. His days weren't going well after he crossed his late sixties. Sometimes, he just passed everything to his assistant and rested for days at home.

Sighing, I straightened up my spine to reconsider his proposal. He wanted me to join a business party tonight, a hall full of artificial people. Yes, I called them artificial because they could do anything for a publicity stunt. I hated business life, this career that he intended to pass me one day. But staring at his wrinkled face, I didn't find the courage to turn him again.

" Just today...", I mumbled after a long sigh, turned around, and headed upstairs with the magazine in my hand. He wanted me to take his place because my recent advertisements had made headlines, so many people admired my stunt.

Yes after a fucking damn 4 years break, I was comeback on the runway, on screen. I think, being rich made my life a little more easier. My rich father had arranged everything abroad and safely brought my precious son into this world. It was all a dark secret that we kept safe until now.

It wasn't easy to move on from the past but I had my lesson. After breaking and shattering myself into pieces, I made my comeback a year back. Although I didn't achieve anything massive so far, I was happy enough to know that I was progressing. Stepping into the hallway, I sighed, praying that everything would work out well at today's business party.

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" You look stunning in this outfit girl! ", Mr.Marshallow commented, raking his eyes through my body. I tried not to cringe at the way, his eyes looked deep through my skin.

" Thanks!", I responded with a polite small, rocking the champagne in my grip.

This party was so boring. Everyone around me was talking actively like some controlled robot, so formalities always. I heard from my father's assistant, Arnaldo that the party had all the important business figures of this state. I better try to communicate with more people. But I must say that the organizer threw a vast amount of money over this single party. The red, soft carpet underneath my feet was definitely exported from Iran even the curtains. Wines, champagne everything were exclusively brought from overseas. Not only that, the staff were excellent in English to communicate well with the guests.

Rich Party!

Probably, it was the reason that my dad asked me to dress properly. This sea blue backless dress around my body made me stiff while moving. My face was well painted by my makeup artist, Alba. She did my make-up most of the time and made sure that I was looking presentable. For hair, I did it all by myself, only straightening after combing through it.

" Did you meet the new investor?", Mr.Mashallow spoke through his sip, his eyes still stayed lustfully on mine.

How badly I wished that I could tear off his dirty eyes!

I shook my head, remembering how my father gossiped about a new investor in this state. He claimed that the investor had a powerful background and happened to carry an Italian names. If it was possible for me, I should be grabbing this opportunity to talk to him but not with Mr.Marshallow, please.

Mr.Marshallow boasted arrogantly, smirking like a professional playboy, " Well, I know him from a recent party. You can come with me if you want. You know, not everyone gets this opportunity to talk to him especially when he has a serious temper."

I was mature enough to detect his fucking ideas. Even at his fifty-something-like age, his dirty character didn't improve a bit. He was still a fucker. He wanted to lure me into his trap. Before I could give him any reason, a sweet buttery voice came from the other side, " Honey!"

I saw his wife, walking in high heels. As soon as they became closer, they locked their lips briefly. I just rolled my eyes, admiring how my thoughts were right about this business circle. Everything, they do is just for a publicity stunt. Mr.Marshallow's wife eyed me for a second before dragging her husband away from there. Trust me, I thanked seven heaves for that. Sighing in relief, I turned to head for the corridor to get some fresh air.

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" You are finally into business!", a voice pulled over my thoughts from the starry sky above. Startling slightly, I whipped my head back to see Jasper Winston, standing in his dark grey suit.

Jasper..

A name that used to bring a big smile to my face. Even his presence used to lead me squirming like a happy kitten. I bit my lips hard, unable to face the emotional blow unexpectedly. It had been four damn years since we last talked... corrections argued.

Humming, I drew a long breath to control my palpating heartbeat. It wasn't easy to suppress your emotions in front of the man whom you used to love once. Jasper changed over the past few years. The boyish face had long lost and was now replaced with a manly aura. He had joined his father's business not too long back. I guess, it was my stupidity to think that he wouldn't be here tonight.

Jasper's eyes danced all over my expression, speaking in a low, careful voice, " How are you doing?"

Healing faster than before...

I wanted to shout at his face those words but swallowed them all down only because he deserved better. After blowing my cheeks out, I spoke casually, " Well.. what's up with you?"

Jasper pressed his lips to say something when another sweet, melting tone froze his words midway, " Baby!"

Soon, the sounds of high heels hammered over the marble floor. Anastasia Brown made her appearance at the right time.

My jaw clenched hard at the sight of her smiling face. My once best friend now rival in modeling career gave a sweet kiss on her fiancee's cheeks. Jasper smiled at her awkwardly and restrained himself from speaking any more to me. Anastasia glared at me and smirked when Jasper made his way back inside the party after she whispered something in his ears.

Fuck! Was she trying to make me jealous?

Anastasia and I debuted together in the industry. After the scandal 4 years back, I took a long break from the industry and Anastasia rose to fame too fast. Now, she was the most demanding model in this state. The mystery behind my drugging at that after-party was still unknown but I strongly believed that it had something to do with Anastasia since I found her in bed with my so-called boyfriend, Jasper that same night. I remembered those moments from the party clearly. I and Anastasia were half-drunk and then had to book separate rooms to spend the night. Actually, Anastasia was the one who booked those rooms for us. Then, I had no idea how the hell, I ended up, entering the wrong room and fucked a complete stranger. The following day, I blamed alcohol for everything until a specialist abroad told me that he detected drugs in my blood. Unfortunately, I had no time to come back and look for the answer since I was pregnant. The news was already exposed to the media but fortunately, my father had a strong team to wipe those rumors. Furthermore, nothing could change the fact that I was pregnant with a stranger's child.

Why did she have to backstab me so cruelly?

Anastasia trotted over me, her arms folded over her chest. Glaring hard at my face, she spouted with hatred, " Are you trying to seduce my fiancee, Kiera?"

I chuckled, resting my eyes lazily on her face, " Sorry, Miss Brown. I don't want to steal some second-hand pieces of trash."

Her face stiffened hard after she let out an arrogant snort. Moving closer to my face, she smirked devilishly, " Are you jealous that he chose me over you?"

I rolled my eyes and parted my lips to respond but Anastasia added with a wicked smile, " But unfortunately..he doesn't wish to stay a whore like you who was fucked by three men at a time."

My fists clenched aside after she slammed those words at my face and trotted away, wiggling her hips dramatically. Tears threatened to spew over from my eyes. Days passed yet the scar didn't heal completely. No matter how many times, I convinced myself, telling that only one man was appearing in my blurry vision. It wouldn't change anything because people believed rumors more than my truth.

But were there really three separate guys that night?

Even the thought gave me the urge to vomit at myself. How could I be so stupid to trust Anastasia always blindly? I regarded her as my sister from a different mother.

Fortunately, my memories didn't get the time to sink deeper as the host announced passionately from the stage, " EVERYONE!! Let's welcome our new investor of state, AZRAEL DE LUCA!"