Pregnant by the Mob Boss {18+}

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A couple of days later, drops of rain were falling on top of the casket that was being lowered into the earth in a cemetery that was next to a large Catholic Church.

As today marked the day of Kiara's funeral.

Once the casket had been completely lowered into the ground, Perry and Eli picked up their own shovels and took it upon themselves to bury the casket, throwing soil over the coffin.

I stood and watched them all while holding a large picture of Kiara in my arms as the heavy rain continued to fall on all of us.

The rain was fitted for her funeral because she loved the rain as much as she loved the sun.

The only people who could attend her funeral had been the three of us because the vast majority of her family had been wiped out by Marco Spencer, and her other friends were back in New York City.

I glanced up at the dreary gray sky, allowing the rain to fall onto my face, mainly because I could barely look down while they buried her into the ground.

It was hard, but perhaps she was better off dead than living in a world without her own mind, where she couldn't make her own decision and had become a shell of a person.

But the sky couldn't save me from the cruel reality.

As Eli's sobs were nearly impossible to ignore, and so I clutched tighter to the picture frame because of his tears.

I shifted my eyes to my friends, and noticed that Eli had tumbled to the solid ground, to the mud as his black suit was damp from the rain as he was pleading for Kiara to be brought back to him.

On the other hand, Perry solemnly threw the soil over Kiara's casket with no sign of emotions or any expressions because he couldn't express his grief, he had lost the ability to do so a long time ago.

I put the picture beside the tombstone, and left them by themselves, since all of us had different ways to cope with death.

I strolled along the cemetery grounds with my hands inside the pockets of my coat as I wandered by other people's tombs, I continued to walk even as the rain settled on my coat and my hair.

On my right side, I had walked past a person who was standing alone in the downpour, gazing at one particular tombstone.

A young man was standing with an umbrella in his hand, which shielded him from the rain. A dark turtleneck sweater and pants were worn under his long dark coat, as the quality seemed to be well-made.

In one hand the gentleman held the umbrella, and in the other he held a cigarette between his slender fingers, as he was intently looking at the tombstone with such intensity that it made me want to look away from him.

I came to a stop in my steps as the realization dawned upon me, and I turned around to find the mysterious young man to be Nikolai Novikov.

Although Lev looked like a villain, he wasn't really a villain in my view, unlike Nikolai who looked like an angel, but was the real villain as his appearance could be deceiving.

"I told you we would meet again," He says without turning to look up at me as his gaze were fixated on the tombstone, while he drew in a few smokes from his cigarette.

"Did you enjoy my friend's blood, when you drank it?" I ignored him, and said the first thing that came to my mind as I began to wonder how he didn't get ill from consuming human blood.

Was he a bloodthirsty vampire or something?

Nikolai turned his gaze gradually towards me as he let out a cloud of smoke from his lips, and I was determined to get far away from his hollow eyes.