All Chapters of Enslaved By The Mafians : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Further action took place that morning, and the next stop was now at the other end of the city, at Aleksandr's mansion.He was seated in his bar area, which boasted some of the world's finest wines and a very comfortable sitting area that looked like the VIP section of a reputable lounge, holding a glass of wine from which he sipped while on the phone with an associate. Although it wasn't even 11am yet, Aleksandr was definitely not one to look at the clock before popping bottles."Listen to me, Dani.. I was away for a long time.. All the shit that went down between you and my cousin has nothing to do with me.."Then, he paused to listen to the protest of the fellow on the other end, who was one of the Mexican drug lords who Andrej had offended and provoked into ending their business with Tequila. As he listened, he shook his head and took another sip of wine.Then, he cut in, "You won't have to, Dani! That bastard is dead.. I made sure of that.. He fucked up a business relationship th

Even if the whole world was imploding unto/into itself, there were three things that had always/would always remain guaranteed: death, taxes, and Sensi Colpani doing whatever the hell he wanted.Later that same afternoon, despite being fully aware that he was wanted in the streets, despite having only gotten out of a confrontation a couple of days ago in which he was scraped bald and almost killed, Sensi was craving the fried chicken, macaroni and cheese that were served at a mid rated restaurant in the city, which was coincidentally situated in the heart of their territory, where he, Gio and everyone from their family were being sought for, and he was determined to do what he wanted, damning the consequences."These motherfuckers won't make me cower and hide away, not now, not ever.."These were the words he muttered to himself as he rode his Ford Taurus towards the restaurant.He had strapped himself up by tucking in four Glocks into his pants, and had concealed them by wearing a c

Snyder and Lois stood outside by his Sedan as Amy packed up her stuff inside the house. The day was coming to a close, with the neighboring houses turning on their lights and the moon increasing in strength by the minute. Lois, naturally emotional and prone to sentiments, was pouring her heart out.".. I did everything for her, Snyder.. I took up multiple jobs to be able to pay our bills and give her as fun a childhood as a child could need, I learnt Math to be able to help her with her homework, I let her friends come over and let her sleep over at her friend's, I let her boyfriends, and they were numerous, call the home phone and even got her a smartphone with which I never knew what she did.. I didn't date any man who made advances because I didn't want her thinking I was replacing you.. I made sacrifices, Snyder, I did my absolute best for her, and then what does she do? She goes and writes in an essay that she doesn't have a mother.."She was breaking down into tears, now, and Sn

7am. Next Morning. Ruby's house. Living room to be exact. She was lying astride Omari and face down on his chest, with the latter lying faceup and wrapping his hands around her waist while they both lay on her couch in the living room, where they'd both drifted off to sleep after their escapade the previous night had been concluded with Ruby riding her new lover intensely, driving them both to climax. Both were stark naked, and the rays from the morning sun were lighting on them as the day broke. It was all nice and quiet until Ruby's phone which had been on the table began to vibrate. And this vibration must have made its way into her head and interrupted whatever she was dreaming of, because she opened her eyes almost immediately. She woke with a start and dismounted from Omari's body, while trying not to wake him. She grabbed the phone and was very relieved to see that it was Snyder; underneath all the pleasure with Omari, she'd been deeply worried about her colleague. "Hey, Sn

70. This was the number of times Detective Dan James, the officer who'd been on hand at Agent Snyder's house after Mindi was killed, had watched the surveillance tapes outside the house just before the attack and just after. He'd watched it 70 times from that night until the following morning. He'd watched it meticulously until he slept off in his office, and when he woke up, he resumed watching it again. He was looking for something to hold on to. Anything.Ever since the previous night, he had been unable to rest, feeling very distressed at the manner in which the poor woman, Mindi, was killed, at how much she'd had to suffer, judging from the marks and wounds on her body, and also at how much pain he'd seen in the eyes of Agent Snyder, who'd looked shaken, a sign that he'd really cared about the woman.So far, he'd had no luck, but he was determined."Good morning, detective!" A voice bellowed.Dan James looked up to see Naomi Wallace, his protégé, holding his door half open an