Ares ; A Mafia Romance ||✓

Chapter 23

Callista Miller

My mother rushed to me, flames in her eyes from the anger. Dad looked equally angry if not more. I was so afraid, that I didn't care about the fact they knew where I was after not finding me in my room. My feet ran to them without control."What should I do to you, Callista?!" Mom shouted, gripping my arms painfully even before I properly reached them. I winced, cowering under the deathly glare. "You have disappointed us beyond comprehension, Callista. You ran away! Seriously? We are all standing in the house of criminals because of you!" Dad glowered, I had never seen him so angry. My heart hurt over the panic and adrenaline surges, I never wanted to disappoint them. "M-mom, Dad, I--" I stuttered feebly, equally guilty and not guilty.

"Enough!" Asrael boomed across the hallway. He snapped his fingers. And the next second, men in black suits, armed with guns pointed at my parents and I filled the hallway. Horror filled my parents' eyes, Mom's hand tightened their grip on me, and Dad stood before Mom and me, shielding us from the guards. This is an absolute catastrophe! Terror and fear left me immobile, my heart pounding in my ears. I lost the ability to think, the lives of my parents were threatened. Asrael could kill them in the blink of his eyes with a single command.

"You are here because I granted you permission, keep your damn mouths shut! You missed watching your daughter getting fucked by my son on my desk, Miller's," Asrael stated poisonously, walking towards us, his legs moved with poise and force, making his gait powerful. It appeared to me as a wolf preying on us, my heart jumped from the fear it spiked. I never wanted any gun pointed at my parents. This is not what I ever imagined in even my wildest dreams. What should I do?!

His words fell on my parents like rocks thrown at them. I watched them flinch, Mom's hold slightly loosened on me yet she didn't remove her grip on me in this dire situation. I was ashamed of what and how Asrael told them about me and Ares. He made me sound filthy as if my actions worked only on lust. It was far from the truth. I could see the shame on my parents. It shot at my heart so hard that I lowered my eyes, unable to look at them, my heart suddenly filled with an ache that I never knew of before. I always made them proud, and they always protected me, and now, I have made them disappointed and they may fail at protecting me from Asrael. He was hungry for my blood, he had made the threat clear to me last time.

"Cease them," Asrael ordered cruelly, an evil glint shining in his eyes as he looked down at us. Guards forcefully and painfully gripped our arms, pushing us down to our knees, at Asrael's feet. We cried out in unison, from pain and fear. "Please, s-spare my parents! Kill me but not them!" I pleaded with him, eyes filled with tears. Asrael gazed at me, eyes hollow of emotions except for desire. A desire of death and mayhem. I was sitting on the death's door, it felt, and he was Satan, seeing through my plead mercilessly. I was so frightened that I didn't dare to blink, afraid a bullet would fly in my parent's direction. I need to protect them. "No!" Mom wept, struggling in the merciless and painful hold of the guards, trying to reach out to me. I hunched on my knees, purposely avoiding to look at her. How could I face my mother when she was witnessing me getting killed because of my own actions? She didn't deserve this. "Callista, stop! Don't be--"

"Wish granted," Asrael announced, his voice sending chills down my spine. He sealed my fate, cutting my father off, with a crazed satisfaction in his eyes, lips curled up in a devilish grin. I closed my eyes when I felt him place the rim of his gun on my forehead. I held my breath through the trembling of my body. I waited for the incomprehensible pain to end me with the cries of my parents in the background. I didn't care about the heaviness in my heart, the numbness in my knees, the inflammatory pain in my arms where guards were holding me, I was content that at least I got to love Ares, how he liked me back, our moments that became my memory treasury, and my dear parents who loved me so much.