All Chapters of The mobster and the writer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

What if they were the sex slave type? I started hyperventilating, imagining the life I was going to have to lead from now on, and without realizing it I started crying. He threw me on the couch and I fell bouncing sideways, causing Salem to come out and utter my tears. He liked salt. I thought maybe he was just going to rob me and now that he had seen it he would have to kill me. Who would expect someone to be in my house on Valentine's Day? If he killed me, who would take care of Salem? Rob? I started thinking about Rob my brother. Without me I would have no one to call every day in the afternoon, nor would I have a cook on weekendsBefore I could begin to beg for my life, my abductor shoved something into my mouth. Poison. My eyes widened and I began to shake until an unexpected taste began to flow through my mouth. Could be...? It was...? I had scooped ice cream into myself. I stared at him without understanding anything.- You are a very annoying cutie. I'm not goi

We finally came to a black SUV. I would swear I fell in love with that car then. It was the car of my dreams. As a child, I had wanted a car like that, which would make other drivers look at me in amazement and with respect. I imagined myself in there, smirking and wearing Hunter's glasses ... Okay, yes, Hunter's, which would be in the glove compartment and we would both share. My imagination has no limits. Hunter entered the back with me, not speaking to me and not allowing G to sit next to me. I thanked him silently in two thousand different ways. It hadn't crossed my mind that G wasn't aware of our positions, because when he saw us he narrowed his eyes and shook his head.- It's your car, Hunter. You should drive - He leaned against the door. What a mania this man had for leaning on the edges of doors!- I'm afraid of leaving Samantha by your side. You could gag her and tie her up like a sack of potatoes. I think he deserves a break from your company an

Don't even take my things. Not my laptop. Nothing. I wanted to get out so badly that I didn't think I was leaving important things behind. I just knew I had to get away fast before Hunter caught me. Just as I opened the door, a wall came in, crashing into me and throwing me backward. I landed on my ass with a groan. That had hurt. I must have broken my sacrum. I leaned on my hands and got up like a small child. Who else would it be? The idiot was watching me from the door with a grimace much like a smirk on his face. I hated it. Every second that passed I swear I hated him a little more. His eyes seemed n sizzle with excitement insulting enough for me: Fun. I swear I was going to kill that kid. Sooner or later he was going to kill him sleeping.- Where are you going, cutie?- He raised an eyebrow style: There is no excuse that will be valid, but I want to see you say nonsense yes.-Far from you crazy killers. - I kicked in the crotch l style angels of Charl

The loudest colored dresses used to yell at me from the hanger and when I say "yell at me", I mean yell. They warned me that I had to flee. That they were horrible. I glanced at one of the bodyguards who had remained just outside the door. I didn't think he was going to let me go just like that. As if sensing my gaze, he crossed his arms, making his pose a little more threatening. Maybe choosing one of those dresses was better. Together with Cami, I began to rummage. She dismissed them almost before I could tell her how ugly they were. She knew how to dress well. It was a Cindy. A Cindy? Yes, like the protagonist of my book. A Cindy is a girl 10 who has everything in this life and who is almost completely perfect. Cami was one of those girls. I was about to sigh in his face. Why couldn't I be a Cindy? Voucher. Maybe I'm not a Cindy, but I'm not too bad either. At least I can discern between shitty clothes and pretty clothes. It's something. I stopped Cami's hand when sh

Arms caught me around the waist and I found myself between the railing and G. Encantador's chest. I felt the warmth of his face against my cheek. His breath caressed my ear and I was about to shudder. I didn't like that he was invading my personal space. That was one of the few things he couldn't bear. I was flushed and felt like every cell in my skin wanted to jump on G. The red on my cheeks intensified. Not even makeup was going to save me this time.-I didn't know that inside you, apart from inhabiting a perverted writer, there was also a hidden singer. What else are you hiding from me, cutie? - In his voice, there was mockery and ... curiosity?I did not turn around. He was still just as close to me, and I wasn't going to make the mistake of turning around and staying an inch from his chest. No. I refused. The lamp lit up the entire room again, blinding me. G pulled away and I finally turned around. Ryan was in his seat asleep. Some saliva dripped from the corner o