Mafia Indebted One Shots

LUXURY POV

"Divorce," I read, looking at the paper, I couldn't help but laugh, it was the only thing I could do since I couldn't cry anymore.

"So, you two have finally decided to let me go?" I asked, laughing a bit. "Sign it and get out," he demanded, gritting his teeth.

Without hesitation, I signed it, throwing it on the floor once I was done. "Are you happy now?" I asked.

"Very," he replied, almost immediately. "Good," I muttered. "So, how did you plan on killing me?" I asked, taking him aback by my questions.

"You think I wouldn't know, if I'm dead, your grandfather had no choice but to finally allow you to marry Ava,"

"Isn't that why you locked me up the moment you found out I was pregnant, or why you paid the doctors off and why you plan to get rid of me tonight, because it's the only chance you would get," I explained, he grinned, dropping his gun and clapping his hands.

"So then, since you figure it out, I will let you choose your death, how do you intend to die?" He coldly asked after the clap.

"After everything I did," I mumbled. "I tried Michael, I really tried to make this work, I let you bring her in even when you were married to me, I tried knowing your hobbies, I tried pleasing you,"

"And what did I get in return, humiliating, torture and abuse," I listed. "You would strip me naked and flog me in front of your staff, you would let Ava pour ice water to make things worst, you would rape me, thousand of time, you would treat me, like I'm trash," I said, finally crying out

"You asked how you want to kill me, didn't you?" "Well, you can do anything you want but know this, a day would come, that would regret everything, that you would be haunted and you will seek my forgiveness, but heaven knows that you will never get it, dead or alive," I warned.

"Oh shut it, you knew how this was going to end, you deserve everything you got, the day you tried selling my companies secret out, I'm even regretting not torturing you enough, I should have left you scars, that could be marked down to your bones," he muttered, shaking his head in regret.

" Ava was the one I love, not you, " he complained. " And I let her be your mistress, I let you have fun with her on our wedding night, I let you bring her here," I snapped back.

" Yet, you only use me to get your bloody company and now you want to ditch me, but that's fine, because I know you will regret it," I mumbled, my voice cracking up at this point.

" I was already sick of this pretending to be your grandfather and I was sick of the suffering," I added, taking my phone and walking out.

I didn't bother carrying much, it was no use to drag any load when today would be my last day.

The road was quiet as I walked, not knowing where I was going. It was unusual for the street to be this quiet,no matter the time and I was guessing it was his handwork.

Finally tired, I decided to cross, seeing a chair opposite. It all happened in a flash. One minute, I was wanting to sit down and the next minute, I was slamming the floor, after rolling the car.

No headlight, no horn, it was definitely Michael. And indeed, I was correct, as the driver got out, a smirk on his face as he saw my condition as he came close.

"And to make sure the work is complete," He says, squatting in front me, his hand pulling my head and smashing it hard, blurring my vision.

"That's not how to treat a pregnant woman or at least kill the child first," Another male voice complained, making me realize he wasn't alone.

Slowly looking round, I could see they were a lot, each of them using their car to form a barricade.

The one that spoke, was already in front of me, using his legs to march my stomach.

"Now see, in that way, we know that no one will suffer," He smirk once he was done as warm flowed out, followed by a sharp pain in my stomach.

My child was gone and soon I would join him. Closing my eyes, I let the numb feelings take over, I slowly awaited death.

MICHAEL POV.

"Just in, Mrs. King was involved in a fatal accident, putting her in a coma….,".

"A coma," Ava repeated from the tv. "I thought you were going to kill her?" She muttered, biting her lips and I knew she was trying to prevent herself from crying.

"Baby," I softly called. "Don't," She snapped. "You don't love me Michael, if you do she would be dead, I thought we were supposed to be together, but now there is a high chance of her surviving,

"Relax," I calmly tell her. "Look, she has a thirty percent chance of survival, she needs to be on life support. After four days, I will send someone to cut her oxygen, so calm my dear, she will die and we will get to be together," I assured, pulling her in for a hug.

"I'm sorry, I overreacted," She apologizes. "You don't need to dear but never doubt my love for you," I said, while patting her hair.

Resting her head on my lap, it didn't take her long before she fell asleep. "Thomas," I called out, slowly releasing myself from her grip.

He understood what to do, carrying her up and making sure she was sleeping comfortably.