Chapter 18

KIERA STEVENS’S POV

Ryan was holding one of those men’s gun. His expression was calm and natural even after hitting the full basket of bottles nearby. His man acted fast, snatching back the gun before the crowd could notice. Ryan pouted angrily after it was taken away.

Fuck… Seriously… Was my son into these guns?

“Ryan!!” I shouted, getting on my step to scold him. I didn’t want him to play with something so dangerous. I wanted him to be a gentleman like my father. Luca held me back, his cold hands gripped me before I could reach over. Pushing me back at my chair, he gave his men a meaningful look.

One of them came forward to bow, apologizing,

“Sorry, Luca! He… he insisted on playing. We will be careful next time.”

My voice raged, coming out harshly,

“Why did you hand over the gun in the first place? Don’t you think that it’s dangerous for a little child? Besides, he could have hit someone by mistake.”

I was furious over these useless