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Hundred & Sixty: I Have Them.
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Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-One: Risk it all
Natalia's POV: PRESENT… His face twisted with guilt as his hands came up, trying to grab me but I jerked backwards, snarling. ‘You didn't think that I deserved to know that my sister was kidnapped?!’ I yelled, harsh breath sawing in and out my lungs as I glared up at him. Something flashed in his eyes but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “How did you know they were kidnapped?” Was he seriously asking me that?! “We got a call,” Alessandro answered instead, his voice hard and Carlo sucked in his breath. “They are asking that you call off the search.” “They called.” In an instant, Carlo's face hardened, turning serious. “Did you get their number? Trace it, perhaps?” “No,” Alessandro replied, his tone sharp while I just stood there, confused, shattered, scared shit less. “They covered their tracks well.” I didn't care about whatever discussion they were having, I just wanted my sister back home, safe and sound! “You have to do something!” I cried, grabbing
Last Updated : 2025-02-11Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-Two: Captives.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & SIXTY-TWO: Angela's POV: Useless. I'd never felt as useless as I did right now. I wasn't chained to a chair, didn't have my hands tied behind me, worse, i wasn't even blindfolded yet, I couldn't escape. These assholes were having the time of their lives showing me just how much of a disadvantage a disability was. They didn't bother taking extra care securing me because they knew for a fact that I couldn't run. So here I was, sitting uncomfortably this cold, hard, rocky ground. My back pressed against the cold, hard wall while Ava rested her head on my lap, her little feet bound together with a chain. It was stupid. There was no need for it seeing as she was really fucking scared and wouldn't dare leave my side. She'd been clinging to me for hours, even when I'd be roughly pulled off my wheelchair and tossed to the ground like a rag doll. She'd cried and called for Natalia for hours, our captors, clearly unbothered. I'd begged amd tried to convinc
Last Updated : 2025-02-12Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-Three: Out?¿
Angela's POV:Wait…Were we really the only ones here? Like just Ava and I?I peered harder into the darkness, squinting harder like that would make me see any better. But there was nothing in the shadows, no movements, no sound, nothing.We really are alone.That realization made my heart pound harder as a thought formed in my head. My eyes darted to where my wheelchair lay, discarded carelessly from where one of the men had kicked it while making fun of me.“We could escape,” I whispered to no one in particular. All I needed to do was get to my chair. I had zero clue about where we were but I could come up with something when we finally made it out of here. Hopefully.With that plan set in mind, I shook Ava slowly. God, she was really hot, it was scary. She mumbled incoherently in her sleep making soft whimpers. She must be in a lot of pain.“Hey,” I whispered so close to her ears, trying to get her to wake up and I wondered if it was a good idea waking her up. “Ava, baby. Please
Last Updated : 2025-02-13Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-Four: Pain.
Angela's POV: TW: Violence, S/A (Please proceed with caution) I knew this was too good to be true. “You think you're so brave, bitch!” A voice snarled from behind me in the darkness as cold sweat broke out across my skin. My stomach lurched so violently, I almost shit myself from fear. My attacker's grip on my hair tightened and I could have sworn I lost some hair at that moment, but it was irrelevant. What was the loss of a few strands of hair compared to the fact that I'd been caught trying to escape by brutal, terrible men? “I'm sorry,” I heard myself whimper—it was all I could do in this situation, apologize. “The… the little girl is ill.. I..I had to do something. I'm sorry.” Cold, dark laughter shook the room, making my stomach clench. “Told ya this crippled bitch was smarter than she looked,” This voice was different from the one who spoke earlier. I was in deep trouble. I knew that so I tried to talk my way out of it. “Please, I'm telling the truth,” I plea
Last Updated : 2025-02-15Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-Five: Pain (2)
Angela's POV: At some point, I zoned out. And I think it was better that way. No amount of begging, crying or thrashing would have stopped these men from violating me as they took turns shoving their dicks into my mouth. It is official. I'm as good as nothing now. Completely useless, ruined, soiled, however the society deemed fit whenever a woman has been violated. It was always her fault and she became dirty to everyone. Guess who's joined the endless queue? Me. I didn't realize the last man was done until I felt the rough, hard sole of boots drive into my side, again. This time, I didn't scream or cry, I sucked it up as I barely registered the pain that exploded in that spot. I guess I was too busy trying not to throw up from the amount of salty, slightly sticky substance on my tongue and around my mouth. The thick substance thinned out as I gathered up saliva in my mouth, turning my head to the side and I spat it out. ‘Don't think too hard about it, Angela. Maybe the
Last Updated : 2025-02-16Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-Six: Blame
Carlo's POV: I've never felt as worthless as I feel right now. It's been hours since they'd been gone and nothing positive has happened.Like a coward, I gave in to their demands. I called off the search, both within the police department, my men and even partner gangs. I still tried to search for them. But on my own. There was usually a tracker installed in Angela's wheelchair but I was only just finding out that it'd been deactivated since two weeks ago—and I didn't notice, not a single thing. Brother of the year award goes to me, really. It was worse that she had left her phone in the van—the only other place we'd installed a tracker and guess what? Deactivated too. I found the reason why though. He was in the dungeon right now being drilled by Enzo until he confessed what he knew about this.Her doctor, really? I thought after the drama at the dining room all those weeks ago, she'd know better than to have anything to do with him but no. Instead, they formed a fucking relat
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Carlo's POV:“Answer it,” I ordered. Enzo gave a slight nod before swiping at his screen and placing the call on speaker.“Hello?” He said, eyes not leaving mine.There was a little whimpering noise before a distorted male voice filtered in through the phone speaker, “You're not Don Carlo.”I froze.How could he tell? Enzo cleared his throat, his eyes still on mine as he spoke, “Speak. He can hear you.”“Ah,” the man huffed a little laugh. “Good. Good.” “Where are the girls?” Enzo asked impatiently, his voice exuding dominance and anger. “Hai fatto un grosso errore a fare una mossa del genere, bastardo.” {You made a big mistake pulling a stunt like this, bastard}Laughter filtered in through the phone speaker, a mocking, degrading sound. “You don't get to call the shots, stronzo. I do…” He trailed off but the silence was immediately replaced by a loud, pain-filled scream, piercing through the air enough to make my pulse stutter.Angela. My heart stopped.That was Angela.I moved, r
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Mafia’s Property. Hubdred & Sixty-Eight: No Turning Back.
Carlo's POV:5:17 AM “This is ridiculous!” Enzo snarled as he continued to stare at the text on his phone. “The ransom is fine, I mean, money isn't our problem but asking for fifty percent of the drug and weapon business, and asking II Porto del Diavolo is too much! He's crossing a dangerous line!” He was. Not just because he was asking for a huge part of my business—he won't be getting that not while I breathe and eat. But he was also asking II Porto del Diavolo. That territory might be mine but it was just mine, I had partners—not the friendly ones. But because of a peace treaty years back, we've all learnt to share it despite not meeting eye to eye we figured it was better than shedding more blood for that land. And the fact that this man was asking for it, wants it… that could only lead to a war that'd been long buried….“We can't give in to this, boss,” Enzo said again, his voice firmer and angrier this time. “Fine, we'll give him the monet he is asking for but we have to find
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Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Ninety-Four: Amora?¿
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-FOUR: Gianpaolo’s POV: PRESENT…I had taken the next available flight back to Italy, I told myself it wasn't possible. When Rafael mentioned that it was Carlo who did it, it was harder to believe.Sure, we'd stopped talking for over two years but that didn't mean he'd betray me. That was what I thought until I was back home and I saw for myself that my father had been tortured and shot dead along with his men, our main mansion burnt and brought to the ground with workers, maids, and my Sofia and Amora…I'd been frozen to a spot, I couldn't move for hours, crying as I lay next to what looked like her remains. I was a coward.I should have moved then, found that bastard, and made him pay but Rafael said I would have only lost my life since Carlo was really powerful at that time, so powerful he'd taken his father down too… That day, I died along with Sofia and our daughter. I'd spent everyday for the past fifteen years living in pain, anger, hate….wanting
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Ninety-Three (Edited)
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-THREE: Gianpaolo's POV: SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD….“It's been confirmed,” The doctor said with an unreadable expression on his face as he watched my new bride and childhood friend, Sofia. Her soft hand grabbed my mine tightly, nervousness clear as day as we awaited the doctor's diagnosis.She'd been feeling unwell lately and just last night, she came down with a high fever prompting my father to send for a doctor. I squeezed her hand back in a gentle reassurance while my heart thumped away behind my ribcage. “So?” I urged. “Tell us.” He broke into a blinding grin as he moved closer, holding his hand out to me which I took regardless of the confusion clouding my head. “Congratulations,” he said in a loud steady voice as he fixed his gaze back on Sofia. “You're pregnant Mrs Ravazzani.” Sofia let out a surprised gasp as I whispered, “Pregnant?” Warmth spread across my chest as I held the doctor's gaze.“Yes,” he nodded, still smiling. “She is with child.” I
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Ninety-Two (Edited)
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-TWO: Gianpaolo's POV:I watched with great satisfaction as blood oozed from the spot where I stuck my knife into Carlo's side and I twisted the weapon once more for the fun of it. My eyes flicked up to his face just in time to see that smug looking face crumple with pain and in the same second, a loud crash bounced of the walls of the building.“What the hell do you think you're doing?!” I heard Alessandro hiss just as I turned my attention to Carlo's whore who was now on the floor, still trapped in a chair. So she wasn't just a whore but a nuisance too? Great. “Alessandro, get that bitch in order!” I ordered and he quickly moved to obey. I watched him lift her up and she snarled at him, “Traitor!” “Shut your mouth or this could end very quickly for you!” “Don't you dare lay a hand on her!” Carlo growled and I was surprised at how much strength he still had despite the fact that I stick had my knife in his guts.This motherfucker must really care for
Mafia’s Property. AUTHOR’S NOTE.
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Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Ninety-Four:
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & EIGHTY-NINE: Natalia's POV: My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I noticed was the big hand resting on my waist and I stiffened.Carlo?Carefully and slowly, I turned around coming face to face with a sleeping Carlo. Like this, he looked so peaceful and even more gorgeous. So he came back to bed, cuddling with me. I thought. I could stay like this for hours—days—and not move, I love being in his arms like this, I love being this close to him. For the next ten minutes or so, I lay quietly, until his eyelashes fluttered open revealing those gorgeous eyes to me.“You're awake,” he mumbled in a deep, throaty voice and I smiled.“Yes,” I whispered. “I was watching you sleep,” I said before I could stop myself, almost like my mouth had no filter.He smiled. “You enjoy watching me sleep?” Maybe more than I'd like to admit. “I don't know,” I lied, avoiding his eyes. “I'm thirsty, could you move your arm?” “Don't stress yourself, I'll get water for you,” he i
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Ninety-Three
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY:Angela's POV: HOURS EARLIER….Rueben was finally getting better and Camilla said his infections were gone. I couldn't stand being close to him like this out of guilt but I couldn't leave his side either. Of course, being the man he was, he didn't blame me, in fact, he was relieved I had gotten home safe. Can you believe it?I was the reason he almost died and he was worried about me?‘Tell him what happened and watch if he'd still care about you,’ A voice mocked in my head and I shut my eyes tightly to make it go away.Every day was an internal battle with my head and heart. Do I tell him or not? I know if I didn't there would be no way of him knowing since none of the people who already knew were going to spill it anyways.But it was eating me up inside. No one knew how I kept reliving that day every time I shut my eyes, no one knew how I kept looking behind me. How could they tell I could still feel those bastards moving in and out of my mouth?They
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Ninety-One:
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-ONE: Carlo's POV: My knees buckled. I can count on a single hand the number of times I've felt this way. Helpless, frightened, powerless.“Don't you dare lay a finger on her!” I barked, my voice trembling. “I can't promise that, Carlo,” the bastard drawled. “Your cooperation determines how this goes. If you do as I say, she gets to walk free, unharmed.” “What do you want?” I gritted, grabbing my phone so hard it was a surprise it didn't Crack. “Name your price.”“You, Carlo?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “You're the prize.” This fucking bastard. “Fine!” From the corner of my eyes, I could see Enzo shaking his head, saying no but my mind was made up. “You will come to the location I've just sent you,” he ordered. “Come alone, Carlo. I don't need any of your minions, just you. You in exchange for your whore.” I didn't wait for any more babbling from me, I hung up, checking the location he sent as Enzo walked up to me.“You can't go there alo
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Ninety:
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY:Angela's POV: HOURS EARLIER….Rueben was finally getting better and Camilla said his infections were gone. I couldn't stand being close to him like this out of guilt but I couldn't leave his side either. Of course, being the man he was, he didn't blame me, in fact, he was relieved I had gotten home safe. Can you believe it?I was the reason he almost died and he was worried about me?‘Tell him what happened and watch if he'd still care about you,’ A voice mocked in my head and I shut my eyes tightly to make it go away.Every day was an internal battle with my head and heart. Do I tell him or not? I know if I didn't there would be no way of him knowing since none of the people who already knew were going to spill it anyways.But it was eating me up inside. No one knew how I kept reliving that day every time I shut my eyes, no one knew how I kept looking behind me. How could they tell I could still feel those bastards moving in and out of my mouth?They
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Eighty-Nine: Indoor Date.
Natalia's POV: My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I noticed was the big hand resting on my waist and I stiffened.Carlo?Carefully and slowly, I turned around coming face to face with a sleeping Carlo. Like this, he looked so peaceful and even more gorgeous. So he came back to bed, cuddling with me. I thought. I could stay like this for hours—days—and not move, I love being in his arms like this, I love being this close to him. For the next ten minutes or so, I lay quietly, until his eyelashes fluttered open revealing those gorgeous eyes to me.“You're awake,” he mumbled in a deep, throaty voice and I smiled.“Yes,” I whispered. “I was watching you sleep,” I said before I could stop myself, almost like my mouth had no filter.He smiled. “You enjoy watching me sleep?” Maybe more than I'd like to admit. “I don't know,” I lied, avoiding his eyes. “I'm thirsty, could you move your arm?” “Don't stress yourself, I'll get water for you,” he insisted, pulling away as he rose to
