All Chapters of Mafia's Innocent Witness: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 10 It's been three weeks and a few days since I moved here, and during that time, Ace has been around quite a bit. He often argues with his brother like cats and dogs, but when they're not busy trying to tear each other apart, Ace suddenly appears by my side, playing with my hair or kissing my cheeks and forehead without my permission. Each time he does this, my heart skips a beat or races, making me wonder if I might be developing a heart problem. Aside from Ace leaving for a few hours at a time without mentioning where he’s going—despite it being none of my business—I can't claim that anything shady is happening. However, that would be my perspective if I weren't aware that he is the son of a deceased Mafia leader. On the other hand, I get along well with Micah. It turns out he’s a computer genius—think of him as a much better-looking Jimmy Neutron, with perfect hair like his brother and a lot more height. Unlike Ace, Micah stays out of trouble while using his int

Chapter 12 Whispers floated just beyond my bedroom door, pulling me from the haze of exhaustion. Ace had fallen asleep beside me, but now he was gone, leaving only the faint impression of his warmth on the sheets. I glanced at his phone resting on the night table—1:05 am. No wonder my eyes felt like a dozen pins were poking them; the weight of the night’s revelations had drained me, and now the whispers only added to my growing unease. "It won't be long before they locate us. We need to move," someone said urgently. "Get the men ready; I'll get Joeniya," came the swift reply. Then Ace burst through the door, his expression a mixture of urgency and concern. "Hey, sleeping beauty. I want to apologize in advance." I pushed myself up, running my fingers through my tangled hair, confusion etching my features. "For what?" I asked, sensing the gravity in his tone, an instinctual tightening of my gut warning me that whatever came next wouldn't be good. Ace let out a heavy si

Chapter 14 The house was absolutely beautiful, a single-story gem painted a warm shade of yellow. It featured five bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room, and a washroom—nothing overly extravagant. According to Ace, the beach was located just behind the house, and I would be able to see it in a little while. He was in the kitchen, busy unpacking the food he had bought, while I admired the beauty this house had to offer. The walls were adorned with art featuring flowers and various nature scenes, and a large seashell hung above the sleek black couch in the living room. I never wanted to leave this enchanting place. I was engrossed in a quote written on the bedroom wall when I felt Ace's presence behind me, followed by his arm snaking around my waist. His breath brushed my neck like a soft whisper as he asked, "Do you like it here?" "I love it, Ace. Can we stay here, like this forever?" I asked, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the serenity of the moment

Chapter 16 How could this happen to me? I'm only nineteen and feel completely unprepared to raise a child—I can barely take care of myself. How am I supposed to care for an innocent baby? Will I even be a good mother? Considering my current circumstances, I know that Ace and I are not ready to raise a delicate child. What will he say if I share this with him? "I'm not ready for a baby. We are not ready for a baby," I whisper, brushing my hair back with trembling fingers. Just then, I hear Ace's voice from a distance, "Hey, I've been looking all over for you." I quickly wipe my eyes and clear my throat, struggling to compose myself before responding. "Yeah? I just needed some air," I lie, avoiding his gaze. Ace sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me, his warmth enveloping me as he whispered, "I miss you," planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. The silence hung between us for a few moments before he tenderly brushed my cheek with his thumb, his gaze searching mine. "H

Chapter 18 I watch as the men approach me, their faces adorned with sinister smiles. Paul appeared pleased with the orders he had given them. “Just give her a single shock, boys, then take a break. We need to be ready for when that jerk boyfriend shows up with his entourage.” Instead of worrying about being electrocuted, I focused on Ace. He had been preparing to confront his cruel uncle ever since they killed his mother, and I believed he could take them down along with his men. One of the men, who looked to be in his early twenties, approached me. He brushed his black hair back, his striking blue eyes locked onto mine. "I'm Malik. And you are?" he asked, with a hint of pity in his voice. "Do you always make conversation with your victims?" I seethed, my gaze fiercely piercing into his face. "I just thought you were cute and wanted to help you out of this situation; after all, I'm Paul's right-hand man." He casually twirled a lock of my hair around his finger. "Ge