All Chapters of Property Of The Mafia: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I slipped in and out of consciousness. My mind was foggy and my body numb. I slowed my breathing and relaxed as much as I could. Slowly, my body got feeling again as my mind cleared. I was lying on my side, my arms and legs bound. There was a cloth tied in my mouth and a bag thrown over my head. Judging by the weird heat at both sides of my legs and somewhere near my back, I would say there were three people with me. I was sleeping on a cold metal surface and I could just tell we were in a car or van.The feeling was like déjà vu. It's been so long since I had been in a car. At that moment, it was sort of a bittersweet feeling but that disappeared when I wondered where I was being taken. They never took people out of the "safe house" unless they were going to be killed. I tried not to move or draw attention to myself. They thought I was asleep. That was good. For a blissful moment, I thought I could escape. For a moment, I had hope that was bad. Very very bad. I had never felt hopefu

I brushed some hair out of my face as I followed Vittore. I wanted to stop and admire the dark décor around me but I knew now wasn't the time. Vittore pushed open two dark cherry doors and we walked into a huge room. There was a big circular desk in the middle surrounded by chairs and flat screen tvs along the walls. If I didn't know any better, I would say this was a war room. Vittore moved to the head of the table and tapped it and the sleek black surface lit up. A tv in a table? Since when?I tried to remember anything of the sort before I left four years ago but came up blank. The world really had progressed since then. I wasn't all that bad. I knew how to hack and code. Vittore ignored both his mother and I who soon decided to leave the room. She left me inside with Vittore. Not long after, the door was pushed open and a girl about Vittore's age walked in. She had long dark brown hair and brown eyes similar to my own. She was short and petite, her heart shaped face and cute butto

I took off the hoodie and slipped on the big black t shirt I stole from the guard, throwing the hoodie in a bin. I had been running for a long time and reached the busy city faster than I thought I would. I held my hair up as I walked through the noisy crowd. My eyes couldn't help but look all around. There was so much that had changed. I still had no clue where I was nor what I was going to do next but I wasn't worried much. The gun tucked in my leggings under the big shirt had only eight bullets left. It would be enough incase Vittore sent someone for me. I made my way to the subway station, looking at the map. I was in a city called Las Pavita. I remembered I used to live in a place called Santa Pores and searched the map for that area. I had to finish the damn promise I made to myself. As I was searching, a hand landed on my back and I was turned around, a punch landing on my cheek. I stumbled back in surprise but before I could retaliate, hands grabbed me from behind and I was

A girl can only pretend to admire herself in the mirror for so long. I was wasting time here. The woman from before had been browsing through a section of clothes that honestly were two sizes too small for her. I'd been watching her because she was my only way out of this store. All she had to do was try to leave. I grumbled angrily and decided to stuff a floral shirt in my denim jacket. It may be useful. I sighed as I looked through the racks, constantly looking at the woman. Like my thoughts commanded her to, she made her way to the exit. I quickly made my way to the other one. The woman smiled at the cashier at the door before walking out of the threshold. Alarms blared to life because of the scarf in her bag. While everyone's attention was on her, I walked out of the back entrance. I didn't feel the least bit sorry for the woman as I walked around the mall. I had to get to Santa Pores as fast as I could. Vittore was definitely already on the search for me. Getting out of the mal

Unknown POVI was in my office, sitting in my chair, my back to my desk, facing the window in front of me. It gave me a good view of the city below. The early morning sun shone through the clear glass, some of its warmth reaching me where I sat. I twirled the feather ring on my left hand middle finger and waited for my next appointment to come in. There was a rhythmic knock on my door."Enter," I commanded my voice strong and cold. The door opened and the sound of heels moving to where I sat graced my ears. "Sir, you have an appointment with Mr. Skye at 3. Do you want me to arrange a limo now?" my assistant asked from behind me. I turned in my chair to face her. She was pretty. Blonde hair in a tight bun, bright green eyes, a figure to kill for and she knew it. She was dressed in a short black pencil skirt and a white shirt with the top buttons undone, showcasing her black lace bra and a wonderful cleavage. She held an ipad in her hands as she looked at me expectantly, waiting for