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All Chapters of Mafia's Innocent Witness: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Prologue

A/N: There's a few bad reviews, I saw and I just want to say to those who actually gave my book a chance, thank you so so much. I appreciate you, construction criticisms are welcomed. You have no idea how much I benefit from your support and I'm grateful for you all❤️ To those who have bad to say, have you ever written a book before? Do you know how hard it is to write a book containing 100 plus chapters, when life is kicking your ass? Nope, then please keep your negative thoughts to yourselves. Also this is the first book I have ever written and I made good improvements since then. See my other work. **** Prologue Joeniya Allison An eerie silence enveloped the neighborhood of Granville, a stark contrast to its usual lively atmosphere. Known for its vibrant nightlife, Granville was anything but the finest or safest place to live; in fact, it boasted the highest crime rate in all of Bridgeport. Normally, upon arriving at the bus stop, there would be other destitute i
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Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Fortunate-that is the word I would use to describe myself, despite being dispossessed. I sat and watched as a police officer violently dragged a prostitute to a holding cell, provoking her to hurl aggressive curses at him. Some of the words she used were ones I'd never encountered before. The most disheartening aspect of the scene was that she appeared to be no older than fifteen. "What are you looking at, bitch?!" she yells. I instantly turn my gaze elsewhere, feigning disinterest as if I weren't the only one sitting here. I felt a surge of anxiety as I occupied the same spot where I had sat the night before. This time, however, I wasn't here to report anything; instead, there was a sense of relief knowing that different police officers were working this shift. My employer had dispatched me to this cold concrete hellhole to deliver work-related documents to her husband, the captain, with explicit instructions to keep the envelope sealed and hand it directly to
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Chapter 2

Chapter 2 I jolted awake, gasping for air, my body slick with sweat, heart racing from a dream that had begun as a delightful fantasy of a handsome stranger swooping in to steal my heart, only to be shattered when Ace appeared and shot him in the head, turning my moment of bliss into a chilling nightmare. Curled up on the cold floor of a public restroom, I felt completely trapped, with nowhere else to turn. The shelter just a few blocks away was full, and even if it opened its doors, the thought of staying there filled me with dread, knowing a dangerous man was likely out there searching for me. I glanced at my watch and saw it was two minutes to four-definitely time to wake up. Each morning, except on Saturdays and Sundays, I needed to rise early to catch the bus and make it to the diner for my 6 a.m. shift, which ended at 3 p.m. After that, I had to walk ten minutes to reach the community college in time for class. As a child, I often told my papa how eagerly I anticipated growi
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Chapter 3

Chapter 3 For a few minutes, I felt as though he was speaking the truth. His intense gaze burned into my own, his face mere inches from mine. In that moment, I completely forgot our surroundings; his beauty and words transported me from reality to a realm where anything felt possible. All I had to do was close my eyes, and there he was, standing over a lifeless body as he tucked his gun into his pocket. That stark image jolted me back to reality. I pull away from him and focus on the small chip in the circular wooden table, which resembles the ones from SpongeBob, albeit in a vibrant yellow color. I had little choice here; I had to listen to what this Ace guy had to say. "Carry on." He leaned back in the booth, studying me carefully. "What if I told you I can get rid of all your problems?" he asked, the words hanging heavily in the air between us. "I'm afraid that even if you could do that, new problems would just arise—ones I can't bear," I told him, a chill cours
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Chapter 4

Chapter 4 It has been two weeks since my last encounter with Ace, and I still don't understand what the deal is with him. People seem to fear him; he certainly looks like a bad guy. However, I'm the only one who witnessed him put a bullet through a man's head—a man who turned out to be the leader of a mafia. I anticipated chaos in the city following his death, believing his men would be seeking revenge for their leader's murder. Surprisingly, Granville, in particular, was quieter than it had been in years; the calmness was almost unsettling. I strolled through the streets as if I weren’t a walking target. With Saturday here, I had no classes or shifts at the diner, so I decided to look for another job. I wanted to save more money to continue my education and afford a cheap apartment, or at least a motel for a couple of nights. Sleeping on a bed was far preferable to spending nights on roadsides, park benches, or in random public restrooms. After what I witnessed, I made sur
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Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Only one person ever called me "Princess," and he was the only one who genuinely cared about me. That simple gesture was all it took for the floodgates to open at this "fun party." “Shit,” I heard Ace whisper as I cried into my palms. I was simply too overwhelmed by everything happening around me to hold back the tears. “I fucking hate when women cry,” he muttered, but before I could fully process his words, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against a comforting wall of muscles. “Hush, Bonita,” he murmured, his voice softening, “believe me, my intention was never to make you cry.” “Let go,” I said, pushing him away, only to instantly miss the warmth his body had provided. Discreetly, I pinched myself to snap out of these stupid thoughts; there was nothing warm or comforting about a murderer. He stared at me, confusion etched on his face. “I didn’t mean to—” he began, but was cut off by a new voice. “When have you ever done something that you ac
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Chapter 6

Chapter 6 "The man was my father," Ace's words echoed in my mind. Was I hearing correctly? The leader of the Mafia, the man Ace had killed—was he really his father? A flood of questions overwhelmed me. Why would he kill his own father? Was he truly as ruthless as that suggests, killing a man responsible for the deaths of thousands? Did this mean he was now the head of the Mafia? Did the Captain know about this connection? Is that why everyone seemed to fear him, or did they merely see him as a troublemaker, like Dorine had said? It made sense now why he surrounded himself with so many bodyguards. "Joeniya, breathe properly," I heard him say on the other line. It was only then that I realized I was inhaling sharply, on the verge of a panic attack. "The man deserved it, okay?" Ace said, nonchalantly, as if the weight of his actions had no impact. "Deserved it! He was your father, how could you kill him?" I retorted, my anger boiling within me. Despite being a terrible
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Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Heartwarming-that's the best way to describe the feeling his smile gave me after I agreed to move in with him. I might regret this decision later, but who cares about the future when we have the present, and tomorrow isn't guaranteed? In this moment, it feels as though my prayers are finally being answered, and I want to seize such a precious opportunity, especially since it often feels like God has been silent during my prayers for so long. "Are you serious?" Ace asked. "Yes," I replied. He stared at me as if he were trying to decipher my intentions. "I thought I would have to drag you out of here, kicking and screaming." I pushed myself off his lap and stormed across the room. "So, with that little confession, you thought I wouldn't change my mind about going with you?" Ace followed me like a lost puppy. "Come on, baby, I was only joking," he said gently, caressing my cheek. Ace exuded an air of dark allure, his low-cut hair emphasizing the sharp angles of his chi
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Chapter 8

Chapter 8 I didn't like the idea of Ace knowing so much about me; it terrified me to think about how much he actually did know. Only God knows the extent of his knowledge. Did he know everything that had happened in my past? It felt as though he had a book filled with information about me—my fingerprints, my birthday, my favorite things. He probably even knew how to find the woman who gave birth to me. Ace and I stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. He was likely waiting for me to continue the conversation, but I was eager to scold him; he couldn’t just waltz into my life and dictate my actions like that. It wasn’t something I was accustomed to; ever since Dad died, I had always handled things on my own. "You shouldn’t have done that because I don’t want it. I’ve already accepted living with you, but I cannot accept your offer to buy me new things," I said, my voice firm. "Do you know why? It’s because I don’t want your corrupt money associated wit
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Chapter 9

Chapter 9 After nearly flooding the bathroom and breaking the stylish faucet, I dried myself off and got dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a black shirt. I decided to go barefoot to avoid getting dirt on the floor, as I didn’t want to ruin the only pair of shoes I own—an old pair of black Chuck Taylor All-Star Converse. After about five minutes of searching, I finally found the kitchen. The large house was designed with elegance in mind, featuring a feminine touch that made me curious about who had selected all the decor. "Hey there," someone said from behind me, throwing an arm around my shoulder. Micah, dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt, was taller than me, and I found his friendly personality quite appealing. "I see my brother didn’t stop until you came along with him.” "Yeah, he's very persuasive," I replied awkwardly as Micah and I walked into the kitchen, where Ace sat focused on his phone, oblivious to our entrance. Ace finally acknowledged us, his eyes
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