All Chapters of The Mafia's Captured Slave: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Joey waved his hand at us before sauntering inside.Harold and I walked side by side towards the car as I thought of making a stupid conversation."Why didn't you build yourself a big mansion like Mr Armstrong's?" I was just curious and I very well know the word curiosity doesn't exist in my vocabulary but still.For a while there was no reply and I thought that he just ignored me like he always does but then he opened his mouth."A man needs a family to stay in mansion.... you know a mansion should be full of people..... family and I'm all..... alone, I don't think I need a mansion. My house is perfect for me." He said with a hint of sadness."Don't worry!" I tried to console him. "Find a girl and make a family, you know the process right or should I explain...." I faltered as he shot me a glare.Oh...uh.Shut up Naomi..... shut your damn mouth.Harold reached the car and opened the door before sitting inside the driver seat. I walked around the car and opened the door to the back se

We reached the said Motel within twenty minutes, it was still raining. It was a small two story building with a the words Motel written on top in neon colours with disco lights on every angles.I grimaced at the sight in front of me.So tacky.Harold strode forward as I raced to keep my pace with him, specially for the umbrella as he was holding the shaft of the umbrella.He closed the umbrella as we reached inside the motel. We walked towards the reception as I looked around the interior. This motel was too old, with the creaked old wooden doors with a cracked wooden staircase. The ceiling also had some cracks as the water droplets were tipping down on us.Even the customers in here looked terrifying. At the sides of the staircase and on the corridors were big bulky men, wearing a tank top and ripped jeans, tattoos all over their arm. They also had the piercings in their ears and nose.They looked like a cheap gangsters.But no worry.I have a mafia king with me.I scoffed inwardly.

The driver dropped me home as I was too exhausted to even move. As soon as I entered the house, I collapsed on the couch, inside the lounge.I was a mess already with my hair frizzy and my clothes half wet and I was also kind of stinky. I needed a quick shower but I was too tired to climb upstairs.Suddenly the bell rang as I groaned.Gosh!!! Who is it?I very well know it's neither Dylan nor Harold because they never use the bell. They know the passcode of this house. So it's probably someone unknown.I sighed and got up before marching towards the door. I threw the door open, revealing a simple looking delivery boy."Yes?" I raised my brows."Hello ma'am, there's a parcel for Mr Harold Kingston." He had a medium sized box in his hand."But he's not here." I reasoned out."But I have to deliver this parcel to him today." He also reasoned out."You can give this parcel to those security guards." I pointed towards the guards, who were pacing back and forth near the automatic gates."Bu

Ahh!! Finished.I just completed watching a romcom movie, I checked the time on the wall clock as it was 2am. It was already midnight as I stretched my arms above my head.It's been two days since I cursed Harold in Spanish and also made a fool of myself.What a shame!!I shook that thought off. I was really parched but my water bottle was empty. I sighed and got out of my bed with my water bottle. As I passed by, my gaze fell onto the alluring moon. It was a full moon and glowing brightly in the midst of darkness.I had this song in my head, I sit by myself, talking to the moon.I know I'm all alone here but I don't feel that loneliness in here, maybe because of Dylan.But Dylan rarely visits this house.Oh Dylan!! When are you gonna come meet me.I'm just like Juliet waiting for her Romeo to come meet her.I sighed.Go and fill the water bottle.Yeah.. yeah.With that I descended downstairs, everything was dark with no lights illuminating. I walked towards the kitchen and in silence

Card,..I was still staring at the Card, which Marcel left on the counter for me. Marcel Dèlacourt.... I guess he's the rival mobster of Harold. Maybe he's the one who killed Harold's beloved. But why?I was standing infront of the stove as I was preparing spaghetti for myself for dinner but my mind was still deep rooted into this card as I was trying to join the dots... to solve the mystery.Come on Naomi, it's the same cliche mafia story, you can solve it.Right..So I think it was a love triangle, Marcel and Harold both loved the same girl. But the girl chose Harold over Marcel, maybe because Marcel is too old...I guess so. And Marcel didn't like the rejection because it hurted his ego and in vengeance he killed the girl.Maybe Marcel's thinking was same like of those mafia villains.If she cannot be mine, she cannot be anyone's.With that he killed Harold's beloved.But why didn't he kill Harold.?Yeah, in most of the sad ending movies, the villain kills both hero and heroine. Aga