All Chapters of Mafia’s Plaything (#1 of Mafia Series): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

A Sojourn in His Mind. ~Delmundo I had no idea where I was or how I got here but I was a bit familiar with the surrounding. I had been walking for a while now through a thick forest and had barely reached my destination before I realized that I no idea of where I was going. Despite how long I had been walking, I did not feel tired. I felt more anxious than weary and I did not know why. I kept on till I was out of the forest and a house revealed itself in the clearing. It was the Delmundo mansion. The mansion looked different and the surrounding area overgrown with unwanted plant. It looked almost deserted and eerily quiet. The atmosphere was haunting and ominous. I kept moving toward the house, passing through thick bushes that had grown from neglect. The grass was wet from dew drops and I felt wet weed slid on my ankles and feet. There was no sun in the sky but it was day light. However, the clouds were a hue of dark and grey and the constant smell of a threatening rain assail

The Other Man.~Pamela It was well deep into the night when I woke up. Another tray of food had been laid out for me as I sat up but I was not in any mood to eat anything. I was still nervous and uncomfortable about where I was. As my eyes cleared my situation dawned on me.The irony was a sad one if I really thought about it and I did. I put my bare feet on the wooden floor of the cabin situated somewhere in the deep mountain forest of the Nepal. I had no idea why it was so far from home but I guess if you ate going against someone like Stephan, you cannot be too careful.The room I stayed in was fairly lit with hanging lamps that shined with yellow light. My ears was ringing from the deep silence as I made my way out of the room. I had no idea what the time was but I was sure that it was late.There was a door that had a stairway attached to it. It felt like I was walking down a basement but it led to a bigger floor. The wooden stairs creaked with each step I took. I perceived smok

95.Shelter and Village Nights. ~Pamela I was enthralled by this place at night. It was a place that did not sleep. There were little villages scattered throughout the forest each filled with the indigenous inhabitants. Dwayne was upset that I did not eat my food so he made me go up the stairs to finish it. "The people frown on the rejection of delicacies," He said. "After that, I would like you to join me on a stroll to the night market," He stated further. I almost bolted upstairs to finish the food. When I got to the room, some folded clothes were neatly placed on the bed. I was a little emotionally out because it reminded me of Georgia and I did not want to think of Stephan all broken in a hospital. The scene played over and over in my head as I ate alone in my room. I felt so tired and angry all of a sudden, then I felt sad, and a great despair washed over me. While I was eating a soft sweet pepper pepper-filled lamb meat. Tears began to fall in drips as my face contorted in

The Royal Twelve and the Raven's Talons. ~Delmundo Her plan to intimidate me into submission was pathetic and it was clear to me that she was pawn from the start. I had planned on getting her curious about what I intended to accomplish but there was no need. My plan was already in motion. I was not where I wanted to be which was on a fucking hospital bed and talking to my least favorite person. Lydia Phobos, also known as Sheevah. We had been in a relationship for a while and it had been a disaster. I broke it off and she had been my enemy ever since. To get back at me, she and her new rebound plotted to take my life and they almost succeeded. Here I was with various degree burns and broken bones stuck with a gloating ex. She still wanted me because a woman like her could not handle being rejected. Blame mommy and daddy for that. She was in a short leather skirt with matching boots that reached her thigh and a white form fitting blouse. It gave of some form of high school vibe.

99. Unleashed. ~Delmundo Here I sat broken and in pain in a wheelchair surrounded by allies and deadly foes. I should not even be conscious right now due to the pain I was going through. However, that same pain was what kept me on edge and ready to spill blood. The tension in the air was tightly strung and the woman who had started all these was not faring well under the circumstances. I reveled in how uneasy and out of place Lydia was. When we were together, I had come to find out that she had no experience with situations like this. Women like Lydia were meant to be on the sidelines because I knew that she was not cut out for bloodshed. She was more of a politician than a killer. I was proud of how ready for blood my men were. I have been in countless gunfights and sustained more knife wounds than I could count. Frank, my giant right-hand man was glaring at my ex with death in his eyes. Out of all of my men, he was the most rage-filled. Lydia's involvement with Dwayne Cage had