My Mafia Man ◇

Chapter 54: A hole🍁

🦋Once I'm detached, that's it... You'll never get the same version of me.🦋

Raelynn's pov:

Right now I was by the front door as the last guy try to escape and I knocked him near the front step. I walked back to the living room, rushing upstairs. I ran through the hall, looking into the rooms.

Where the heck did Kyson's uncle go?

There was a lot of room but most of them were closed and locked. The rooms which were unlocked were empty and there was no sign of him.

What if...?

I run down the stairs. On my way, I grabbed one of the guns that his guys kept by the wall before heading to Evan's room. The door was open. I quietly walked up.

"Any last words?" He asked Evan.

Evan and Cassandra were on one side of the room. The 'uncle' was in front of them, his back facing me.

"Suck my dick, asshole." Evan spat angrily.

He laughed, "The insects will... Once I kill you and bury you inside the ground where even your so proud mafia sons will not find you."

I leaned against the doorframe, putting the gun in the waistline of my jean at the back.

"Gotta change the plan, you got two eyewitnesses," I said, making him aware of my presence.

He turned around.

"Don't worry I'll deal with you too." He promised.

"Really? You'll do that alone? I mean you sent 8 men to fight me and I'm the only one standing." I pointed out cockily.

He glared at me as he marched toward me. He threw his left fist at me but I ducked making him hit the doorframe. I walked behind him.

"Motherfucker," he cursed holding his hand.

I laugh," Must be your age, you should put on some glasses. Maybe then you won't miss your target."

"Bitch," he snaps.

"Put 'bad' in front of it," I smirked.

He lunged at me. I block his punch, kicking his side. He comes back repeatedly throwing his fist at my face, which I blocked by putting my arms up as a shield in front of my face.

When he stops for a millisecond, I locked his arm, kneeling him in the gut. He groaned, bending over and I punch his face. His hat went flying away.

I don't know how but he was still moving. He grabs my arm and with a force, he pushed me sending me onto the wall where some pictures were hanging. My back collided with them, making the glass shatter.

That hurts.

I held in a groan.

I stood straight, stretching my back. There was a dresser by my side. Using it as a support, I threw my legs around his neck before sending him to the ground on his front. I used my knees and held him down. I grabbed his arm, twisting it on his back, making him grunt.

"Hit him more, he's not one to give up even when someone is taking his soul away," Evan asserted.

I grabbed his hair, before lifting his head and slamming it on the ground forcefully. I did it twice. We heard footsteps which made us alarmed. I grabbed my gun standing up.

"I'll check."

Kyson's pov:

Alec parked the car behind the two black vans which weren't ours.