Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 89

Luca’s POV

“Step off the patio and get your asses here right this moment, you lots are in a lot of mess.” I started to say once again and Ivan groaned loudly as he hesitated while his cousin instantly did as he was told, moving off the patio in the blink of an eye and walking towards me like I had ordered as fast as he could, a tremble currently wrecking him as he stood before me, a couple of large space of feet separating us.

“Would you like me to come get you, Ivan? Because I assure you that I am going to pull the fucking trigger right into your face if I have to come fetch you myself, and then I am going to drag you over here by your feet, ever though you’re bleeding out of you fucking forehead.” I spat out and Ivan’s eyes widened comically and his cousin who was still standing a few feet away from me– trembled even more in fear.

Ivan started to make his way towards us after a few moments, trying to hide the way he was scared by buffing out his shoulders as he walked towards us before coming to finally stand in the exact spot beside where his cousin was standing. I lifted my finger and crooked it a couple of times in the direction, directing in their line of sight, signaling them to come forward.

As expected, the cousin started to close the distance between us immediately while Ivan still remained in the same spot, a glare painted on his sweaty face.

I shook my head a couple of time and whipped out my gun, cocking it and pointing it at Ivan in the next second.

Ivan jolted a little and I watched the way his eyes widened a couple of times, his eyes quickly darting towards the tip of the gun which was currently pointing in his direction, and back to rest on my face, and to return back to the tip of the gun in the next second.

I started to make my way toward him, slowly closing the distance between us and I watched the brave and fierce look on his wavered a couple of times, as I neared him even more and more.

“What did I tell you about me coming to get you myself?” I started to ask in a low voice and Ivan took a step backwards, his mouth parting immediately to speak but I reached forward and grabbed the front of his shirt at the very last second, using my grip on the shirt to wrench him forward until he was staring up into my face, and the brave look still wasn’t completely off his face even though it was at this point, wavering even more.

“I did tell you what I was going to do to you if I’d have to come to get you myself, didn’t I?” I said to him, saying the words directly into his face and he shook his head immediately, trying to tug himself out of my grip to no avail.

“I did come to you, didn’t I? You asked me to get off the front of the house, which I did.” He started to say after a few seconds, his voice coming out harsh and loud, a complete opposite to the low mumble of mine, and I almost chuckled at how worked up and nervous he obviously was… when I wasn’t even started on what o actually wanted to do to him before finally leaving here this evening.

“You didn’t come to me like I ordered you to, you only came down tne house but didn’t actually come to me like I had asked, Ivan.” I pointed out to him and watched as his eyes widened again, and he even tried to wrench himself from my grip once again, but it was of no use because my grip on his shirt was extremely tight and firm.