Killed Me for Your Precious Angel? Now Pray She Can Save You from Hell - Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Kieran spun around to push open the door, but it was locked damn tight.
Right then Miles came skipping over and hugged his leg tight.
"Daddy! Come play cars with me!"
But Kieran didn't hesitate—he scooped Miles up, set him aside, and started pounding on the door:
"Victoria! You okay in there? VICTORIA!"
"Camille! What's with the locked door? Open up right fucking now!"
Camille's stammering response made his panic worse.
"Kieran, just go play with Miles! He brought his toy cars up looking for you!"
That sentence dropped Kieran's stomach straight to hell.
How the hell would Camille know what toys Miles brought up if she was inside with Victoria?
Just as he frantically called the housekeeper for keys, when someone beat him to it.
A black gun barrel pointed at the locked door—BANG BANG BANG—three shots.
Kieran stared in shock: "Uncle Finnian?"
Dozens of guys in black suits kicked the door down.
Someone immediately wrapped me head to toe in a heavy black jacket.
But Kieran still caught a glimpse—the marks covering my body, the sick words, my bruised stomach, and the blood between my legs.
Kieran looked like he'd been struck by lightning, frozen in place.
Finnian didn't say a word, just made a disgusted sound and rushed me to the hospital.
Kieran was shaking like he'd been sentenced to death.
Everyone knew Finnian Howard was the family's real power.
Young as he was, he had connections everywhere—Wall Street, underground, you name it.
Because Grandpa Howard's rule was the official heir stays clean, no dirty business.
Plus old man Fairfax had once saved Grandpa Howard's life, so when Victoria chose Kieran, he became the Howard heir for this generation.
Word was, Finnian had been in love with the same woman for ten years—that's why he never married.
If that woman was Victoria...
Seeing the bullet holes in the door, Camille finally looked scared.
Like she was grasping at straws, she signaled Miles.
Mother and son both grabbed onto Kieran's legs.
"Turns out Victoria has some wild kinks! We wanted to paint a normal pregnancy portrait, but she wasn't satisfied—insisted on adding all this crazy body art stuff—oww!"
"Waahhh—wahhhh!"
Kieran had absolutely zero patience left and kicked them both off.
This time Miles's dramatic crying didn't get him any sympathy.
Finnian's crew had the Fairfax parents on lockdown too.
All those sick fucks who'd tortured me were surrounded, looking desperately at Camille.
"Camille, say something! You promised we'd be fine..."
One bitch looked straight pissed:
"This little slut probably fucked her way to the top! Back in school she was always selling nudes—trashy whore—AHHH!"
Kieran's fist sent two of her front teeth flying.
Eyes blazing red, he started trashing everything in sight, losing his absolute shit:
"How did you not fucking know? Didn't Camille tell you idiots?!"
"Her gambling piece-of-shit father forced her to pose nude for art classes—standing there all day while you assholes mocked her, just to earn his goddamn beer money!"