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The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 148: Dontrell’s POV: Three Weeks Later.
I walked out of her ward, kissing her forehead one last time, as I had every day for the past week. Each step grew heavier, my body resisting, my mind drowning in frustration. The sterile smell of antiseptic reminded me where I was. My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms, the pain matching the ache inside.Her pale face haunted me. She lay still—too still—and I had to fight the urge to collapse beside her, begging her to wake.She should have woken by now. I'd seen men survive worse, but she wasn’t a man. She was a woman, and I was supposed to be her protector—but I failed at that.Now there she was, trapped in that damn coma, barely holding on. Her name echoed in my mind, but no amount of wishing could bring her back.Three weeks now, and I haven't heard her voice. I miss her laugh, the way her eyes light up when she talks, how she stands firm in her beliefs, the softness of her touch, and the way she makes everything seem right.The doctors said she was stable, but that wasn
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Three weeks in this damn cell—just cold walls and metal bars. A cage made just for me—tucked away where no one can see at the back of the prison yard.The cell room is bare—stone walls, a comfortable bed with a threadbare blanket, and a toilet in the corner. Built for someone with connections but no contact with the outside.Dad’s pull got me this cell, but it can’t stop the weight-crushing me.Wardens told me one thing: stay quiet and let Father’s men handle it. Every time I asked about Allison— they’d tell me nothing. Hell, even the guards who run this place are his men, and they’ve been told not to speak to me about anything. No word—on the world or Allison.Still, she haunts my thoughts—every damn minute.The last time I saw her plays on repeating my head—blood, limp head, the way our hand broke contact as she was wheeled into the ward.I pondered.Will she ever forgive me? Would she listen to my side of the story? I knew I didn’t spike her drink—but how do I prove it? She’s not h
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They hit the club, boss..." Dave's sharp, panicked voice cut in before I could speak. He didn’t even wait to listen to what I had said before; his urgency burnt like brimstone.The phone burnt in my hand. My heart slammed, jaw clenched as I stood still, jaw clenched.“Tell me everything,” I growled, ice-cold.“They disguised themselves as clients and got in. Once they bypassed security, they opened fire.”“But we lit ‘em up. Twelve of them down. All dead.”I gritted my teeth. “Twelve?”“Yeah. But there’s more. The cops arrived late. Someone delayed the callout, and it’s looking like it came from the inside.”My eyes narrowed. “Inside?” The word tasted bitter and harsh, like poison. I lowered my voice; the warden mustn't overhear. "You sure? My trained men wouldn’t dare betray me," I spat, anger dripping.“It wasn't our guards; we suspect someone else and are hunting him.”“Who did it?”“A bartender vanished before the shooting—no struggle, no panic. No sign of a forced exit. Just g
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I opened my eyes slowly, blinking at the light above me. For a moment, I thought it was a dream, and I closed them again, willing myself to wake up. But no, it felt real. The sharp, clinical smell that filled my nose was right here.It didn’t just feel like waking. It felt like being dragged from the edge of darkness to light. My head throbbed and my chest tightened, breathing was hard. And I strained to see through the foggy blur in my eyes.Before knowing where I was, I felt a warm hand holding mine. The touch felt familiar, like someone I should have known. The shapes in my vision began to clear, and I focused on the person sitting beside me. Head in hands, shoulders hunched—him.My heart jumped a beat as I registered his presence.“Dontrell?” I whispered, my voice barely a breath, hoarse and weak. Hearing my fragile voice startled me. His head snapped up at my words. His frantic eyes were wide, tears clung to his lashes.At first, I didn't fully recognize him, but memories trick
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The dark weather and cold breeze that brushed Allison’s skin couldn’t ease the hurt buried in her chest. The sky hung heavy, casting a gray shadow over the cemetery.With her hands quivering as they grabbed the sides of her black dress, sixteen-year-old Allison stood at the edge of the grave, her eyes red and swollen from grief. It was a small coffin, as if its size mirrored how little time her mother had spent with her—just sixteen short years.Beside her stood her father, Mr. Blackwell, a man of rigid strength, yet even he could not mask the pain of losing his wife. He quickly wiped away a tear from his face. His other hand rested on Allison’s shoulder, a gesture meant to offer comfort, but she barely felt it. He awkwardly patted her shoulder again. He didn't quite know how to ease her sorrow or comfort her."I’m consoled you’ve gone to rest from this toxic world, but I'll forever miss you, my love," Mr. Blade whispered emotionally, but his words fell into the heavy silence that sur
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"Do you, Allison Blackwell, take Dontrell Blade as your husband, in sickness and health, for richer or for poorer, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"“Yes, I do.” The words came out mechanically, a part of me still numb from everything that had happened. I had been kidnapped, tortured, and brought to this moment—standing before an altar, surrounded by people I barely knew, married to a man I hardly understood. As the priest spoke, I turned my head slightly, scanning the crowd. I searched for him. ‘Clayton’. But he wasn’t there. Where was he? Was he angry? Did he wish it were him standing beside me, taking my hand in marriage instead of his brother? A part of me wished he had been the one. But another part was relieved. Because Clayton, with his dark, unyielding eyes and the violent edge to his soul, was the one who had taken so much from me. ‘Dontrell’—his softer, quieter brother—had given me an escape, a way out of a life I feared would drown me. I had no choice in th
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The plane landed with a smooth bump, and as I stepped up to the boarding door, the cool San Diego midnight breeze ruffled my hair. Dontrell’s large hand was warm as he took mine, lifting it to place a peck on it.“Let me guide you, my lady,” he murmured, his voice low, close to my ear. “I don’t want you tripping.”Without any more words, Dontrell led me down the plane's stairs, his hand still holding mine. His steps were sure and confident, and his presence was strong as I carefully followed behind. The bright glow of runway lights pierced the night and cast long shadows across the ground. At the end of the step, I was met with the warm grins of a gathering of youthful ladies and men dressed in savvy, blue outfits that made it clear they were part of Dontrell's domestic staff. Their modest appearance was a simple indication of the kind of life I was venturing into—a life where the simplest detail was carefully curated. I adjusted my Chanel bag, holding it tightly against my side. On
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I woke up with a start, the coldness of the room hitting me before the alarm even had a chance to screech. My body always seemed to know when it was time, jerking awake moments before the loud, obnoxious beeping could ring in my ears. I grunted, reaching for my phone on the nightstand, and snoozed the alarm as soon as it started its irritating noise.I rubbed my eyes with one hand and my feet together simultaneously to shake off the chill from the air conditioning. The sting of the cold was brief—better than the oppressive LA heat. I propped myself up, resting my back against the cushioned headboard. Turning to my left, there she was—my wife, curled up like a cat, her wavy blonde hair scattered across her back, almost covering her entirely. She clung to the pillow like it was her last lifeline. But that didn't last long. Her face shifted, turning toward me. I couldn't help but notice her slightly parted soft lips and the slight flush of her skin from sleep. She was more beautiful tha
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The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 151. I lost him: Allison’s POV.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking at the light above me. For a moment, I thought it was a dream, and I closed them again, willing myself to wake up. But no, it felt real. The sharp, clinical smell that filled my nose was right here.It didn’t just feel like waking. It felt like being dragged from the edge of darkness to light. My head throbbed and my chest tightened, breathing was hard. And I strained to see through the foggy blur in my eyes.Before knowing where I was, I felt a warm hand holding mine. The touch felt familiar, like someone I should have known. The shapes in my vision began to clear, and I focused on the person sitting beside me. Head in hands, shoulders hunched—him.My heart jumped a beat as I registered his presence.“Dontrell?” I whispered, my voice barely a breath, hoarse and weak. Hearing my fragile voice startled me. His head snapped up at my words. His frantic eyes were wide, tears clung to his lashes.At first, I didn't fully recognize him, but memories trick
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 150: Death’s Gambit.
They hit the club, boss..." Dave's sharp, panicked voice cut in before I could speak. He didn’t even wait to listen to what I had said before; his urgency burnt like brimstone.The phone burnt in my hand. My heart slammed, jaw clenched as I stood still, jaw clenched.“Tell me everything,” I growled, ice-cold.“They disguised themselves as clients and got in. Once they bypassed security, they opened fire.”“But we lit ‘em up. Twelve of them down. All dead.”I gritted my teeth. “Twelve?”“Yeah. But there’s more. The cops arrived late. Someone delayed the callout, and it’s looking like it came from the inside.”My eyes narrowed. “Inside?” The word tasted bitter and harsh, like poison. I lowered my voice; the warden mustn't overhear. "You sure? My trained men wouldn’t dare betray me," I spat, anger dripping.“It wasn't our guards; we suspect someone else and are hunting him.”“Who did it?”“A bartender vanished before the shooting—no struggle, no panic. No sign of a forced exit. Just g
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter: Clayton’s POV: Framed.
Three weeks in this damn cell—just cold walls and metal bars. A cage made just for me—tucked away where no one can see at the back of the prison yard.The cell room is bare—stone walls, a comfortable bed with a threadbare blanket, and a toilet in the corner. Built for someone with connections but no contact with the outside.Dad’s pull got me this cell, but it can’t stop the weight-crushing me.Wardens told me one thing: stay quiet and let Father’s men handle it. Every time I asked about Allison— they’d tell me nothing. Hell, even the guards who run this place are his men, and they’ve been told not to speak to me about anything. No word—on the world or Allison.Still, she haunts my thoughts—every damn minute.The last time I saw her plays on repeating my head—blood, limp head, the way our hand broke contact as she was wheeled into the ward.I pondered.Will she ever forgive me? Would she listen to my side of the story? I knew I didn’t spike her drink—but how do I prove it? She’s not h
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 148: Dontrell’s POV: Three Weeks Later.
I walked out of her ward, kissing her forehead one last time, as I had every day for the past week. Each step grew heavier, my body resisting, my mind drowning in frustration. The sterile smell of antiseptic reminded me where I was. My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms, the pain matching the ache inside.Her pale face haunted me. She lay still—too still—and I had to fight the urge to collapse beside her, begging her to wake.She should have woken by now. I'd seen men survive worse, but she wasn’t a man. She was a woman, and I was supposed to be her protector—but I failed at that.Now there she was, trapped in that damn coma, barely holding on. Her name echoed in my mind, but no amount of wishing could bring her back.Three weeks now, and I haven't heard her voice. I miss her laugh, the way her eyes light up when she talks, how she stands firm in her beliefs, the softness of her touch, and the way she makes everything seem right.The doctors said she was stable, but that wasn
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 147 – Mr. Blackwell’s POV: under siege.
The car raced down the street, swerving through traffic as my driver drove like a madman following my frantic orders, fury lacing my voice.“Faster!” I yelled. “Drive like your life depends on it—because it does!”My fists clenched where they rested on my thighs. The leather seat beneath me squeaked from the force of my tension. I was a storm, ready to rip apart the sky.Tyres screeched as the car lunged forward; I didn’t care who we hit.Headlines lit up my phone screen like flames stoking my rage.{**SHOCKING TURN IN BLACKWELL MISCARRIAGE CASE—DONTRELL BLADE ARRESTS HIS BROTHER for poisoning his wife. ****Mafia Heiress in Coma After Miscarriage: Blade Brothers at War.****IS ALLISON FAKING IT? Sources Claim Miscarriage May Be a Setup****SHE’S WINNING: ALLISON Blackwell Faked Miscarriage to Pit Brothers Against Each Other.****BLACKWELL’S DAUGHTER IN COMA, The Blade’s LEGACY IN JEOPARDY.**}Liars. But the truth buried in their lies made my stomach turn—Clayton poisoned her.I shove
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 146: Rot in Hell.
I didn’t wait for Mr Blackwell’s response. My words hung in the air like poison, suffocating the space between us. His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t dare challenge me—not here, not now.Clayton swallowed, his eyes narrowing, but he stayed silent, looking at us.“Exactly.” I barked. “You’ll do nothing.”"Brother," Clayton said, his voice deceptively calm. “Everyone just wants to know if she’s fine.”I walked right up to him and leaned in, whispering in his ear. Only he would hear the words. My hand gripped his neck, tightening like a noose, pretending like it was just two blood brothers talking secretively. But I wasn’t just talking to him—I was choking him, tightening his neck, and he didn’t dare break; he just stood there, losing his breath.“I hope you rot in hell,” I whispered, my voice low and filled with venom.“Trying to take everything from me. My wife, my heir. All for the sake of your twisted ambition, you killed my child in the process—your own flesh and blood—just to secure
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 145: Say something Dontrell.
The doctor’s face turned ghostly pale, his hands shaking as he stammered. “Mr Dontrel. Your wife will be fine, I swear it! Please… don’t hurt me. Let’s discuss this like gentlemen.” His fear bled through every word, a trembling mess of desperation. Panic clawed at him because I locked the door, and I could taste it, thick in the air. But none of it mattered. He wasn’t the one I was after. His terror was nothing but a distant noise I couldn’t be bothered to hear.I shot him a glare, my gaze cold and unyielding, willing him to relax, but my message was clear: don’t drop your guard beside me. I was angry, and it meant that no one was safe anymore.I turned away, gripping my phone tightly. It creaked under my fingers as the call connected on the second ring.“Beverly Hills Police Department,” came the static-filled voice on the other end. “How may I direct your call?” “There’s been an attempted murder. The victim’s in a hospital—barely alive.”“Your name, sir?” the dispatcher asked almos
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 144: Dontrell’s POV: A Lifelong Pain.
I couldn’t sit. The air in this hospital lobby was suffocating, thick with tension. Each time those damn doors opened, my heart leapt—only to settle when it wasn’t the doctor. Just nurses, passing by with forced smiles like they could pretend everything was fine.Where the hell was the doctor? Eight hours had passed since Allison was rushed in. Eight hours, and still no news.I glanced at Clayton—panic twisted his face, just like mine. His hands were stained with her blood, dried at the cuffs. He sat tense, rubbing his face over and over as if trying to scrub away his anxiety.I shook my head. It wasn’t his fault, but I couldn’t stop the rage rising, my breaths growing heavier.My eyes kept darting toward him, recalling how she explained rushing into the restroom when she started bleeding and held her as her body went cold.The seconds before he reached the hospital—her head on his chest, her fingers twitching then stopping. That image burnt into me, searing into my soul. Why wasn’t I
The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal. Chapter 143: My Life on the Line.
The sight of Clayton made my blood boil. Yet he stood there, arrogant and unbothered, like a loaded gun, his gaze mockingly daring me to snap.His voice, smooth but cold, cut through the air. “Couldn't pretend to like me even for a moment?”I barely had time to process the bite in his tone before he delivered the real blow.“For the sake of my unborn nephew. My son.”The words hit like a slap. My nails dug into my palms as I fought hard not to react in front of the crowd gathered in the hall, but he knew he was pissing me off, and he was loving it.I met his gaze, my voice sharp. “You don’t have a son here, Clayton. Don’t pretend you’re happy for your brother. We both know you wanted to be first to give your dad a grandchild.”He stepped closer, invading my space, leaning against the counter. “Yeah,” he admitted, his smirk infuriating. “But either way, I’m still glad. This is big news for my family. Aside from having an heir, you just helped us kill the rumours.” He tilted his head, v
