Chapter 198 The Irreversible Had Already Been Done

"Now slowly bring your feet together and breath in through the stretch", the A.I yoga instructor's female voice echoed through the speakers.

Amy worked on her breathing as she pressed her feet together. She was in the sunroom, seated on a yoga mat, wearing black yoga pants with it's sports bra that exposed her cleavage as well as her big belly. Her eyes were closed as she did the stretch.

"Now press your right palm to the floor and...."

She lost focus when she smelled a familiar scent around her. And she smiled when she felt the person sit behind her, legs stretched out on either side of her and arms wrapped around her waist. Zach had only discarded his tie and jacket before joining her. He had just arrived from work and immediately went to look for her.

"Hey baby", he said with a kiss on her shoulder.

"I'm sweaty", she grumbled.

"And I missed you", he trailed feathery kisses on her neck making her giggle and lean into his embrace. She turned her head, with a tilt of her neck and gave him a brief kiss.

"How was your day?" She asked, resuming her stretching now with his help.

"It was good! Mom stopped by the office."

"Oh? Yeah? She called to check on me and the baby but, how is she?" Amy had not seen the woman since dinner. She could have sounded fine on the phone though not the case because of the situation. This worried Amy.

"She's fine. How about Dad?" He caressed her stomach when she completely stopped her movements, basking in his embrace and the warmth of the setting sun.

"He was here. Oh! We finally had a break through", she said excitedly.

"Oh! Yeah?" He chuckled, very pleased seeing her so happy.

"Mm-hm! I honestly hope this will work out for the better!"

"It will. Besides, I have your back."

"You have my back", she agreed making them both smile.

They fell in comfortable silence with only the yoga instructor's voice booming through the speakers. He rested his chin on her shoulder and took hold of her left hand. He brought it to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss on it before bringing it down. Amy looked at their hands.

"I can't wait", she whispered referring to their future together.

"Me neither."

In West village

Stella's car pulled up in her driveway. Nora got out from the driver's side while Stella opened to step out on the passenger side.

"Mom!" Nora scolded as she quickly run over to her side. "Couldn't you wait?"

"Such a drama queen", she complained.

Nora moved past her and got her crutches to which Stella accepted and used them to walk. Nora gathered their stuff and a few groceries they had gotten along the way from the hospital. Stella was standing by the door as she saw this and sighed.

"When are you going back to work?"

"Work? No need, I resigned", she said as she kicked the car door close and somehow managed to lock it.

Stella's mouth fell open as she watched in disbelief her daughter walking towards her. Nora was about to unlock the house door when she caught her mom's shocked yet worried expression.

"What?" She said after a chuckle.

"Did you resign just to take care of me? Nora!" She nagged.

"Oh! No! Don't worry, my reasons have nothing to do with your injury", she assured her with a smile. "It's personal."

"Then why? You loved your job", She needed to understand this as it was so sudden. She carefully watched Nora's face and saw her cheeks and ears colored red with a small smile playing on her lips. Realization quickly dawned on her and she smacked her shoulder. "You! You-"

"Moooom!" She quickly unlocked the door and run inside the house escaping the beatings as she giggled.

"Why do I have you as a child? What on Earth will I do with you?!" Stella roared from the door before she walked into the house. How could this child be so delusional?!

"Love me moreeee!" Nora shouted with a giggle that quickly ended. "What are you doing here?"

Detecting the snappiness in her tone, Stella quickened her movements following Nora. In the living room stood the latter glaring at a figure sitting on the sofa. The person was none other than Lily.

"What a rude way to greet your Aunt", she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"How did you get in?" Nora asked.

p "You should know breaking into a house is a piece of cake to people like me", she said with an easy-going attitude.

"Thank you for admitting to your crime-"

"Quit the games, Nora. I'm here to talk to your mother", she turned her attention to Stella. "Some serious business."

"Go and put that away", Stella said to Nora when she caught the seriousness in Lily's tone.

A grumpy Nora did so after throwing a glare at Lily. Stella moved to settle on the sofa. She had made such remarkable improvement with her recovery. With a groan, she sat. Lily cautiously looked in the direction Nora left before moving to sit next to Stella.

"Things are about to shake up", she started in a hushed tone, referring to the underworld.

"Leave, if that's what you came to tell me", she nodded towards the door.

"Are you you really never going to come back? I promise you, I feel there will be a change and you might not want to miss the fun."

"Why would you ask something so obvious?"

"But that is all in the past. Besides you did a good-"

"I vowed to never return and plan to keep it. Now-"

"I received a call", she cut in hurriedly before she was kicked out. "Guess who it was from?" She said in a sing-songy way.

Stella eyed her with a weary look wondering what that meant. Could it be....? No! Why would Amy contact someone who indirectly put her in harm's way? Was something really up? The sound of a phone ringing snapped her out of her reverie to find Nora walking towards her.

"Your phone", Nora said as she walked towards them.

"Who is it?" Stella asked. Nora pursed her lips suppressing a smile as her cheeks colored red. She extended her hand towards her mother showing her the caller ID.

"Oh!" Stella's brows went up as she was a little shocked while taking the phone. It was unexpected. Lily watched on curiously at Stella's obvious nervousness. The latter cleared her throat and swiped her phone to answer. "Hello?"

At Enzo's and Pedro's

"WHO WAS IT? WHO WAS IT?" Pedro roared at the top of his voice.

Enzo sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and arms folded against his chest. His face was void of emotions as he stared into space. The oom was mess with broken glass, papers and overturned furniture from Pedro's rage. He turned to face the about fifteen men who stood in the room with their heads hanged. "Don't you have mouths to speak? WHO WAS IT????"

Silence. He took a deep breath and calmly walked to his table. He took a glock from one of the drawers and loaded it with bullets.

"Ten seconds", his voice was now calm but laced with venom.

It sent a chill down their spine. Enzo sighed. He understood the reason for his anger. Pedro moved from the desk and stood in front of the men. He was about to aim for the trembling men when one of them threw himself at Pedro's feet.

"Please forgive me", he said with a shaky voice.

"Forgiveness?" He scoffed. "That word doesn't exist in my dictionary."

The sound of the gunshot echoed in the room followed by the thud of the man's body falling to the ground. Pedro watched as a pool of blood spilled from his head. Even if he had done so, the irreversible had already been done and this drove him insane.

"ARRRGGGHHHH!!!"