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2025-02-10 01:29:49
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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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-16Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-Seven: Let The Fun Begin.
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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. Two Hundred & Thirty-Four:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-FOUR: Luca's POV: FLASHBACK..THE PREVIOUS DAY…Taking my phone out, I typed out one last text message and I hit send.I stared at the text I'd just sent to Enzo.Me: I know who shot Gianpaolo. Call me.As I waited for a reply or his call, I had time to reflect on my decision. There was no going back now. I thought as I drove back home.I was being fooled by Angela and it had to stop. I loved her. I really did but I know better now…She didn't love me. Not one bit.I was nothing but a tool and yes, years ago, when it all started, I knew our relationship was forbidden but something about the genuine love and care she'd shown me made me say, ‘fuck it.’ There was a time where I thought only she understood me. That her love was special. Sure, papà loved me, zia too but with Angela, it had been different. I'd shared my problems with her and she'd done the same. She'd told me the story about her mother's death and I really wanted to make amends, for her s
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred &Thirty-Three:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-THREE: Luca's POV: She barely had time to register what was going on as both men bound her arms at her back and she spat at Enzo. “You slimy bastard! You could have just killed me!” He shrugged, shoving his gun back into his pocket. “I already told you,” he smiled cruelly. “Death for you, is mercy. When Carlo hears about everything Luca and I have to say to him? It's going to be so much fun.”“Fuck you!” He jutted his chin. “Take her to the car.” “Yes, boss.”“Fucking bastards!” She yelled, kicking her feet as the men held on to her tightly. “Spineless piece of shit, Luca!” I felt my heart squeezed. But it was okay. I was okay.I did the right thing.I DID THE RIGHT THING.So why does it hurt?“...That's why I never loved you!! Never man enough!! Never ever useful!!! Too weak! Too pathetic! Too—”“You're disgusting, Angela,” Enzo cut her insults off. “You're the pathetic one, Angela. He was a fucking child!!” He barked and I flinched, clamping my l
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-Two
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-TWO:Luca's POV:The look on her face was almost comical if the situation wasn't already crazy.She looked beyond shocked, disbelief written on her face and it just showed how little she rated me. Well, not anymore.It hurt, I wouldn't lie. It does but fuck it.In seconds, she schooled her features, putting on that mastery art of hers… “Sir, I think you have me mistaken, I'm not Angela,” she tried to give a sign, her eyes pleading with mine as a fake smile stretched her lips. “And if you'll excuse me, I have other patients to attend to.” She tried to move but Enzo stepped forward. “Take off that bloody wig, bitch!!” His voice was a deep, dangerous command, at this point, he didn't need to pull out a gun to inflict fear… His aura was enough.But then, Angela was no easy opponent. Of course, she didn't back down, she kept that smile still in place her eyes darting between Enzo and I like we were crazy.“I'm sorry,” she let out a small laugh. “Why am I being
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-One: Angela's Mission (2)
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-ONE: Angela's POV: The closer I got to VIP ward 305, the more the pounding of my heart increased.It was now or never.This was dangerous. I knew that but it was worth the risk. I knew to expect at least at least a guard or three surrounding his room but I wasn't trained in martial arts for the sake of it and I could be sly as fuck. What's a bunch of guards that I couldn't take on?Hopefully, it doesn't get to that and I wouldn't be needing to fight. I was in a nurse's attire, hopefully, I'm unrecognized. Even my eyes were brown, instead of blue. It should work.Turns out, Gianpaolo's room wasn't just along the others in the hallway, you had to take a turn, just a bit by the right.Wow.They must have really wanted him safe, I scoffed to myself.Just as I turned right and noticed the room, there on the mini waiting chair was a guard who looked tired from fighting sleep but awake. To his left were three cups of coffee, leftover food—he wasn't alone.Where
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty: Angela's mission
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY: Angela's POV: THE NEXT NIGHT…2:08 PMSurprisingly, it had taken Luca a few hours to get me the address, ward and time of the nurses and doctor's routine. Guess he was not so useless after all.Turns out the hospital was one of the most popular in the country. They were really hiding in plain sight. I took out my binoculars, getting ready to get my job done. Thankfully, it was one of those gigantic buildings with windows EVERYWHERE.I adjusted my binoculars, squinting to get a good view and make sure my plan is perfect and fool proof. I mustn't make mistakes this time.The hospital came into a clearer view right before my eyes. I noticed there were fewer nurses at the reception—about four or five, two are currently fighting and failing to keep their eyes open behind the desk and I scoffed. I raised the binoculars to the first floor—completely empty. The third—I could see a nurse and a doctor…wait… are they about to fuck? Whatever.I moved my attention
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Twenty-Nine: One Last Text.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-NINE:Natalia's POV: My stomach was in painful knots as the doctor led us to his room. My hands felt clammy, and my legs felt weak but I kept moving. According to the doctor, we weren't allowed to see him yet but we could just take a glance through the windows and that was okay for me for now, I guess.I don't know if Carlo noticed my uneasiness; his hand squeezed mine a bit tighter, as if grounding me and I was grateful for it.We got to the window and I couldn't hold back the single tear that rolled down my cheek as a small gasp pushed past my lips. I was vaguely aware of Carlo's arm coming around my shoulders as I stared at Gianpaolo— my father.The number tube, IVs, had my heart sinking and I stifled a sob, a big bandage went around his head and machines I've never seen before— “Oh God,” I let out a sob, my chest heaved as I tried to swallow my cries. I promised to be strong. I will be strong.My eyes burned with hot tears as I stared at his motionle
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Twenty-Eight: Disturbance.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-EIGHT:Carlo's POV: The doctor had said the exact thing Enzo had said. He'd asked that we hoped and prayed. ‘Prayed.’I haven't done that in fucking ages. Where do I start from? And in my experience, it usually goes unanswered. But the way things were going, I didn't mind going down on my knees and trying again. Praying in hope that Gianpaolo makes it out alive.He has to. Not quite long after, Natalia had regained consciousness. Camilla assured me that it was nothing serious, apart from the detected low sugar level which made me frown. Haven't they been watching her diet? Giving her the best meds? And then I thought back to the incident in the last few days. No one around here has had it easy so I brushed it aside and asked that they recommended the right food and all and got my own copy of the list the doctors had made so I could also monitor her feeding and the rest.Soon after Camilla had cleared her, she was up on her feet and asking to be tak
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Twenty-Seven:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-SEVEN: Natalia's POV: ‘...He's fighting for his life.’I swayed on my feet, suddenly lightheaded as my chest wound up so tight no air escaped or came in. My vision blurred but I could feel hands trying to steady me.I… I only just got him back.Why?Why?!!!!Why me all the time!?!?What if he dies? WHAT IF HE DIES?!Oh God. Oh God. Which superior being's meal had I pissed in before I was born? Why was I allowed happiness for a fleeting second only to watch it being snatched away?! And… and… Gianpaolo? My heart ached. He's only just met me too! I heard muffled voices around me but I couldn't seem to concentrate. I knew I was panicking but I couldn't do anything about it.Fuck. Fuck.I can't have a panic attack now. My… my baby. It will upset them….I tried to claw my way back to sanity but my throat ached, my chest felt like it trapped air in it and I couldn't fucking breathe.Now, I was panicking because I thought I was killing my baby.I was desper
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Twenty-Six: Enzo’s News.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-SIX: Carlo’s POV: Something about the urgency of Enzo’s voice made my stomach tighten and beside me, I could feel Natalia go stiff. What could be the problem now? “…Look, if he's upset again, I can go speak with him, there’s no need for trouble,” Natalia said from beside me, already making a move to slip out of bed when I shook my head. “Don’t worry, there will be no trouble,” I assured her. I had no intention of fighting with the man. Still, I wasn't going to hug and kiss his cheeks and make up but for her, I’m willing to act civil. She eyed me with uncertainty and concern. “Are you sure? You heard Enzo, he says there's a problem.”“Doesn’t mean I’ll let it escalate,” I replied calmly. “Come on now, let’s freshen up and we can deal with whatever afterward—”“But, Carlo—”“We reek of sweat and sex, we should clean up before solving whatever the problem is,” I urged and then turned to the door with a louder voice. “Enzo, we’ll be down in ten min—”“Fi
