Chapter 9

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