Mafia Vengeance (Dark Romance)
Mafia Vengeance Chapter 74

Chloe groaned in her sleep. Her head hurts and her body aches like crazy. She rubbed her temple to ease the pain and her eyes were still closed. She winced when another wave of headache hit her. Closing her eyes more tightly she then opened them slowly and blinked. She blinked several times to adjust her sight and when she was finally able to see fully, her eyes widened slightly when she took in the unfamiliar ceiling and she frowned, feeling a mattress under her body. It wasn't soft but it wasn't hard either. She tilted her head to the side in her state of confusion only to jolt back in her place.

Her eyes broadened to the size of a saucer as she abruptly scooted back on the bed. Her head hurts like crazy at her sudden abrupt movement but she didn't care. There to the right of the bed sat Andrew on the chair, looking lethal and cold. Her heart pounded wildly inside her chest as all the memories came back with full force. She was there on the cold rugged ground outside the gate of his estate for three days and he didn't let her in once. She didn't know when her body succumbed to unconsciousness due to lack of energy and food. She didn't even know how she got here and from how long she had passed out. She checked her hand and there was no IV or anything. Which meant the doctor wasn't called.

Her eyes immediately looked around the tiny room. It was small, even smaller than her room in the cottage. A single bed was present with an old looking cupboard in the corner. There was a tiny window on the left wall but there were bars on it. Her heart stopped beating when she tried to put the two and two together.

Was he caging her?

At that mere thought, her heart leapt to her throat. But she kept quiet and maintained her calm. She didn't even know if she was in the estate or somewhere else.

"Where's my son?" She asked with the mustered up courage as she turned to face him. His dark cold eyes were already set on hers, causing a shiver of fear to run down her spine.

"Your son?" The mockery in his voice was like a cold slap on her face. The man sitting in front of her wasn't Andrew. No. He was even worse than the man whom she met years ago. "Y...yes, my son." She answered curtly, trying her very best to be strong.

But her courage was fading away slowly as she continued to match his cold gaze. There was anger in those dark orbs, rage and so much hate that it became difficult for her to look him in the eyes so she lowered her gaze.

"Look at me." He commanded angrily, making her flinch as she closed her eyes shut to gather herself up in order to face him. She took in a sharp breath as she opened her eyes and met his gaze.

"He's not your son anymore." He gritted those words out, causing her heart to constrict painfully inside her chest. Her chin wobbled as she shook her head in negative.

"N..no. He's my son." She said like a stubborn child and then Andrew let out a cold chuckle that got her insides to curl in fear.

"He's my son now. Remember how you took him away from me and kept him hidden for three f*****g years. I'm going to do the same." He hissed out making every cell in her body to shiver in fear and the pain that gripped her form with his words, took her breath

away.

"P..please." A plea escaped her lips as she hurriedly got out of the bed on her shaky legs.

"Please Andrew don't do this. You want to punish me but don't punish Chase in all this. He needs me. My baby needs me." She said brokenly as tears threatened to escape her eyes. Her vision was all blurry because of the tears.

His jaw clenched in anger as he stood up and hovered over her. She flinched back when his sheer dominating aura surrounded them. There was a time that she wasn't afraid of him one bit but now she couldn't say the same. "He's my son. I will handle him." He gritted those words out. His eyes glaring daggers at her.

"N..no. You can't. He's a baby who needs his mother, please don't do this." She said with a broken whimper.

Andrew tilted his head to the side as he gazed at the window for a whole minute.

"I will let you take care of him." He said calmly and her heart lurched to her throat. She knew what was coming, perhaps a storm. His calmness was never good.

"But not as his mother but as his nanny." He said coldly, making her heart drop in the pit of her stomach.

"I'm his mother." She snapped. Making his brows raise at her sudden courage.

He took a threatening step closer making her take a step back.

She was scared of him. Perhaps, uncertain. He could see it in her eyes.

"The mother who kidnapped the baby from his own father and fucking ran away." He growled at her face, making her flinch back. Her chin wobbled but she didn't say a word.

He was angry. His anger never ended up in a good way. It was always catastrophic and she knows that.

"F...fine.. I'll be his nanny... just let me see my baby." She mumbled brokenly, making a cruel smirk appear on his face.

"Good." He muttered as he took a step back from her. He undid his cufflinks and rolled his sleeves up one by one till the elbows all the while he kept her under his dark gaze. Sweat broke on her forehead and her throat clogged up. The whole act was intimidating and he was trying to rub his dominance and authority over her.

All of a sudden the whole room has an ominous aura surrounding them.