All Chapters of Mafia’s Contract: Tormented III: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 11"It's almost as if we each have a vampire inside us. Controlling that beast, that dark side, is what fascinates me." - Sheryl LeeJORDAN POVIt felt like being dunked into a pool of molten lava.The chlorine as it sipped into the plastic cast and passed the bandages into my sore wound. I tried for the laps, kicking the water and breaking through the surface, but a cramp decided to grasp me by my muscles, rendering me immobile. I became a lump of breathing meat under the bright blue pool water. The only thing I saw before I sank to the bottom was a glimpse of red and sparkly heels as they retreated, the sound of them hauntingly ringing in my brain.My chest burned as my lungs fought for air, and for a second there, I thought this was it.What a pathetic way of dying. What a lot of things I am going to miss in life. I opened my mouth and tried to resurface, only to fail miserably. A firm arm snaked around my chest and pulled me up. We broke through the surface in what fe

CHAPTER 13“The more we deny that we have a dark side, the more power it has over us.” __ Sheryl LeeJORDAN POVAll the air that was going down my pipe got trapped in a balloon, causing me to heave out and start coughing frantically.A smooth hand found my back and started patting softly, but the coughs never seized. “Ahhhmm… I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to startle all of you. It was just… Oh, silly me.” I watched as the hostess got up and poured a glass of water before rounding the table and walking to me, then held it up for me, an apologetic smile on her face. “Thanks.” I wheezed as I took the glass and gulped down the whole liquid down. WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL?“I was just… Oh, my word. This is embarrassing.” Mrs. Cattanio-Alderman laughed off nervously as she started walking back to her seat, her face flushed and making her look 20 years younger than her actual age. “That’s actually a good idea.” My dad jibed in, and I stopped myself from throwing the empty glass at his head.

Chapter 15“We’re all but broken men searching for meaning in a twisted maze which is called the world.” – Eddie MELODY POV I felt like a stupid teen tiptoeing out of the house and hiding in the shadows. The hd=ide and seek from the cameras made me feel even more sheepish that I found myself giggling along the driveway that felt like both a millisecond and a fuckin’ century. ‘ For starters, I couldn’t believe I was sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet my supposed fiancee. That’s if he signed the papers. But I loved the feeling. I couldn’t believe I was getting adrenalin pumps by the stupidest thing ever. If any of my sisters ever tried this, I was going to break both their legs and have them sitting in a wheelchair for a minimum of 2 years. “Signora.” Dante, our head of security erupted from the bushes just right by my side. I stopped myself from planting my heel in the middle of his head, right where his cranium was soft enough to be shattered into pieces. “Damn it, D

Chapter 17“There is nothing in the dark that isn’t there when the lights are on.” – Rod Serling MELODY POVThe sun burned hot and unforgiving for the late afternoon. I imagined if I laid down on the patio, right on the bricks instead of the perfectly mowed grass, I would be scorched nice and well like the eggs I had for breakfast.Not caring to dwell on the matters of the gods being angry with the people and deciding to barbeque them for the greater good, I charged into the house before racing to the elevators that were on the left side of the foyer on the farthest wall. The sound of my heels against the marble floors was ghostly and haunting.My parents' house was more than the blinding lights and vastness. The four floors above the ground were every architect's dream, and the three floors stretching beneath the ground were the base for all other nighttime activities. And no I don't mean sex. There was smuggling of diamonds and guns, drugs, and making fake cash before laundering it

“You are only as free as you think you are and freedom will always be as real as you believe it to be.” – Robert M. Drake JORDAN POVThe morning came sooner than I hoped, and I fought curses from raining down my mouth as I rolled off the bed before sitting on the edge of it, my feet disappearing into 4 plies of lushness and softness of the big rug in Mel’s room. My head felt heavy, and my back felt like it was under the endless torment of being pricked by millions of needles every now and then. My skin was hot, feverish even, and my breath smelled like I swallowed 10 dead frogs. A heavy groan escaped from my mouth as I got up, and winced when a slicing pain soared through my back. I stood stoic for a second, letting my body get accustomed to being awake and very much alive. I must have pissed the gods. That would be the only plausible explanation to my sudden rotten luck. But hey, all of that started when Melody walked into my life. But last night made me see her with a differen