All Chapters of Enslaved By The Mafians : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Only a fool would say he doesn't know the reason for this meeting, and while I'd like to believe that we're all smart, sensible men, I am well aware that fools are everywhere, so I will reiterate this discourse's purpose to us all..”Aleksandr's first words were very brutal, direct and fearless and they drew disgruntled murmurs from the Uomini Marrone men, most notably Sensi, who would've loved nothing more than to be allowed to punch the guts out of this Serbian motherfucker. The men were seated in a VIP section of the club, around a small, round table, with men from each crew sitting directly opposite each other, leaving a noticeable gulf in between them,a clear sign that they were not on the same side.Sensi quickly observed this and summed up that,since Gio was on his far left, if a fight was to break out, he would have adequate support.But this was a meeting for peace, so he kept his opinions to himself and allowed the meeting to flow with Aleksandr, resuming his speech:“I, a

“So... I believe all you've said and I appreciate you saving me from myself, but, but why did you do it? I mean, what you've done for me has essentially made you an enemy to your boss, a man as dangerous as Aleksandr Matiç, and you've done this for me, a heady, nosy FBI Agent who you don't even know. It surely can't be out of the goodness of your heart that you took such a great risk, so why did you do it?”Bonita cracked a smile on her pretty face and leaned forward on her chair before asking cryptically:“Who says I don't know you?”Snyder, now more confused than ever, asked, “Well, do you?”Her reply was simple:“The WestSiders... Human traffickers... Three years ago... Does that ring a bell?”And of course, it did.The WestSiders had been a group of Polish thugs who had been involved in kidnapping and trading young girls to rich and immensely criminal individuals for incredible sums of money. He and Ruby had worked on the case because they had terrorized the city and the case was

“Well, I've never really thought about it before... I've just been working and moving forward. Always thinking about the mission at hand and then the one after that and then the one after that... I've never thought about retirement.”Snyder was finding himself explaining to Bonita the reason why he had never thought about life outside of the FBI.“But.. that's not life, you know? Life is about more than just chasing and catching sickos like Aleksandr... There are family, love, and hobbies... There's a whole lot,” Bonita said. She had now finished bandaging him, and she was sitting opposite him on the bed.“Well, I... I do have a family... A wife... Well, I had a wife. We're separated now. But I have a teenage daughter, Amy,” Snyder said. As he talked about Amy, he smiled a little. Of all the shitty things he'd done in his life, both on and off the job, having Amy was the one thing he had never, ever regretted. She was his only achievement.“A child in her teens? That's great... What

It had been a hectic day, to say the least, for Doctor Deona Fernando. Just that day, she'd had to deal with:A couple who’d come with seven children to get a DNA test; the man was raging, and upon inquiry, she discovered that he'd caught his wife of 11 years in bed with another man. And so, he'd come with all his children to decipher whether or not they were really his or if they were someone else's. The results were to be out in 5 days, but she was sure that if indeed the children turned out not to be the man's, there'd undoubtedly be hell at the hospital.A young lady who'd come with her sister and came to run a test due to how unwell she'd been feeling only to discover that she had been infected with staphylococcus.A woman who came and was pleading for the baby in her womb to be aborted, as she was a week away from her wedding and had just discovered that she was pregnant due to careless sex on the night of her bachelorette party. She was told that abortions weren't permitted by

“I brought you here intending to make you my wife, wedding you as legally as you wanted, and treat you as the queen that my wife was. All you had to do was say 'yes’ to me... A simple three-letter word that would have given you all you could ask for; money, cars, clothes, vacations to any country of your choice, all you would have had to do was just name it. But you didn't say 'yes’. And even when you didn't, I still made sure that you were treated well, that you were kept in a beautiful room such as this, the one my dear and late wife used to occupy when she was here. I made sure that you never suffered any kind of harm and that you were always fed and properly clothed. And even when you decided to take your own life, I sent for my own doctor to come down and check on you and do all she could for you to be fine... And what did you do, after all these?”Don Fabrizio was in Mercedes’ room the following morning, engaging her compulsorily in a lengthy and initially one-sided conversation