The mafia ball.

42|Nova, It's Kelly

Before you begin, I would like to apologise for the shorter chapters lately!

Nova's POV

"Grayson, what have you done?" I breath. I stare at Mr Blackwell's blood covered body that coughs and wheezes on the floor.

I look up to Grayson finding him completely frozen. The gun still locked into his hand, his arm still aiming at where his father was standing moments before everything went wrong. "Do you know what you've just done?" I ask him again.

I don't think he can fully understand what has just happened yet alone the consequences he's going to face. Grayson has just brought down a storm onto him.

I couldn't be more terrified then I am now.

"What happened? I heard a gun shot..." I look towards the door In alarm. Evelyn stands at the door her eyes locked onto her husbands dying body on the floor.

"Oh my god!" She rushes over to him, falling to her knees beside his body. I watch pitifully as she places her hands on the bleeding wound.

So much blood.

"Oh my god, what...What happened?" She asks frantically doing anything to stop the bleeding. I look at her helplessly, for some reason I can't seem to help.

My body is stuck on the same floor that his blood his soaking into. My eyes shifting towards Evelyn, her husband and Grayson. A part of me is saying to help, trying and failing is better then failing because you didn't try.

But I can't.

His hands that were just moments ago wrapped around my neck, his harsh words were nothing to the pain and hell he put Grayson through. My heart and loyalty belong to Grayson. Grayson shot his father.

I'm not going to help his father, I'm going to help him.

Getting up from the floor I walk over to Grayson who blankly stares at me as I stand in front of him. "It's okay." I whisper, I place my hand on the gun and slowly move it down.

He begins to shake his head as his eyes connect with mine. The gun falls out of his hand landing with a thump on the floor. I grasp his hand in mine, pulling him closer towards me.

"We'll get through this, together." I whisper again. I push his face away from his father, gripping his chin so he's looking at me. "It's okay." I mummer.

"I...he was hurting you." His voice is laced with confusion. I smile softly as tears gather up into my eyes. "I had to do something." He tells me as if I wouldn't be on his side.

"I know, Grayson." I swallow the lump in my throat, willing myself not to cry.

I glance over at Evelyn and if things couldn't get any worse, they just did. Mr Blackwell, who now lays lifeless on the floor, his heart stopping. Evelyn stands above his body, staring at the blood on her hands.  She turns towards us dried tears staining her red cheeks, her eyes are red and swollen from the amount of tears she shed.

"He's dead." She mumbles emotionlessly. "Who shot him?" I take in a breath at the question. Grayson steps forward and I begin to panic. If Grayson says he shot and killed him, his mother may never forgive him.

He only has one parent, I can't let him take that away.

"It was me."

She turns towards me, her eyes giving nothing away as she stalks towards me. I look at her as she stands in front of me, gone is the small caring women replaced with a much more deadly looking women who I wouldn't want to cross.