All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DON'S POV"What?" she screamed.I kept my tone flat, deliberately void of emotion. "Someone is threatening to kill us." It was crucial to me to appear unfazed, even if inside, my mind was racing and I was trying to piece together a plan while suppressing the surge of worry threatening to break my composed exterior.To her, I probably seemed disinterested, maybe even bored with the situation. But that was so far from the truth. Inside, I was analyzing every possible angle, considering every threat. The news wasn't entirely unexpected, yet admitting it out loud made it all the more real and admittedly, daunting.As the weight of my words settled in, I felt the familiar clench of anger and frustration. It was as if a storm brewed within me, yet I allowed none of it to surface. "They're either trying to lure us into a trap, or they've made their intentions known already. Either way, we'll never reach our destination," I admitted, more to myself than to her, feeling a heavy sense of defeat

DON'S POVThe shore was a distant promise as I fought against the heavy current, Accalia's weight was like a constant reminder of my failure to protect her. Every stroke I made was a battle and every breath I took was a victory, but the sea was relentless.Then, darkness took over me and exhaustion claimed my consciousness like a debt that was long overdue.I woke up coughing and spluttering, the gritty sand beneath me was both a discomfort and a relief. The vast sea raged a few feet away, indifferent to the drama it had hosted. Panic sliced through the fog in my brain. Accalia!Turning frantically, I found her lying motionless beside me. My heart stopped. No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening. Scrambling to her side, I checked for a pulse, for any sign of life. She was cold, so very cold. "Accalia!" The panic in my voice matched the fear gripping my heart. She was beautiful, even in unconsciousness, her chest barely moving."Accalia, come on. You have to wake up," I whispered, my v

ACCALIA'S POV"We're not here to cause trouble," I watched as Don tried to explain, he was using slow, clear English and hoping for some understanding. To both our relief, a young man from the group responded in English, who was albeit with a heavy accent."You are safe here," he assured us. "Our village is open to those who need shelter.""You're not from around here, are you?" he asked, his English tinged with an accent we couldn't understand."No, we—" I heard Don start, but I gave his hand a small squeeze, like I was signaling him to be cautious."We had an accident," I quickly responded. Instead, my voice was stronger now. "Our parachute... we ended up here."The man nodded, there was understanding dawning in his eyes. "I see. You're lucky to be alive. The sea can be unforgiving. My name is Kito. Welcome to Octa Cove. We don’t get many visitors here.""Octa Cove," I heard Don repeat, the name was rolling off his tongue. It sounded somehow peaceful, like a stark contrast to the or

MAX'S POVMy head throbbed as the sun beat down on my body and it was hard to keep my eyes open. The bright sunlight reflected off of the pavement that covered a wide area outside my room window. It was still early in the morning, and I should really be out running by now. But no matter how much my brain yelled at me for being awake before I had enough braincells to even consider moving, I just couldn't find the motivation to get up from bed. My muscles felt like they were made of lead weights, and every time I moved I could feel my bones groan in protest. So, with a groan of agreement I laid there unmoving in my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I would have gone downstairs if only to escape the suffocating heat radiating off of my blankets, but the fact that my mother's cooking would surely smell horrible in the kitchen kept me in bed instead. My thoughts were interrupted when the door burst open. Immediately I jumped as if I'd been shocked. When my eyes landed on who had enter

MAX'S POVWell, do you think there are any leads?"I waited patiently for my dad to finish eating the food that my mom had prepared. As he swallowed, he looked over at me."I don't know Max." He sighed. "You should go console your mother."And so I did. After all the excitement from earlier, the sight of my mother's tears really hit me hard and I went looking for her immediately. It turned out that she had already taken herself upstairs to her bedroom. She sat on her bed and stared blankly ahead while I stood awkwardly by the door."Max," she said quietly, looking at the ground, "what does it mean that they aren't here? Where could they be?" Her eyes filled with fresh tears and I felt myself grow even more worried. I reached out a hand to touch her arm. It wasn't until then that I noticed her trembling.I pulled my hand away quickly. "Mom?" I whispered, "Mom, you can stop pretending now, I know you hate Accalia."My mom let out a small laugh and then wiped away the fake tears. "I hop