All Chapters of Under Mafia Protection: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AlessioBlood splattered across my face, my vision still hazed from the chaos as I stepped over bodies scattered on the floor. We were three minutes in, and there was still no sign of Anson.Believe it or not, but in those minutes, I had searched about every hidden corner of the mansion, but he was nowhere to be found. With each person who surrendered or drew their last breath, I tried to force the location out of them, but no one knew where he was hiding.The only place left unchecked was the office, and my guess was that that coward was probably hiding with that other coward who had abandoned his own people and ran to his safe space.With a desire to kill, I made my way over there, blocking out every cry of mercy along the way. As I reached the hall, each person went down one after another. I spotted Dad and my uncles, just as I did, carving a path for themselves to reach Leonardo's office.It didn’t take long before we did, and we stepped into the office. My eyes scanned for my mai

MenaThe rest of the day seemed to go just as I had expected. I spent most of it with Pilar, trying to get my mind off everything. Alessio was stuck in his office, most likely driving himself crazy with thoughts about where Anson might be hiding.In the late evening, I decided to bring him a cup of tea for some comfort. As I approached his office, I noticed he was on the phone. Not wanting to intrude, I waited outside but close enough to hear the conversation.“No one rests before we find him, and when you do—bring him to me,” I heard him say before ending the call.I understood it was a serious situation, but denying people their sleep was a bit too much. When Alessio noticed me standing there, he greeted me with a faint smile and gestured for me to come in.With the cup in my hands, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. “I brought you tea,” I said, placing it down on his desk.“Thanks,” Alessio forced a smile, but I could tell he was too distracted, and lost in his own tho

MenaMy eyes had been covered for the whole trip, and I had no idea where Anson had taken me. Once we arrived, he handcuffed me to a pole, making sure I couldn’t run or call for help. Before he had tied me up, I had managed to slip the ring in my back pocket, and that was a good call because he had patted me down to look for my phone that luckily wasn’t on me.He had left soon after we arrived, leaving me all alone in this abandoned place. It looked like no one had lived there for a long time, and it gave off the vibe of a squatters’ home.It was cold, freezing—I was exhausted, nauseous, and lost.Eventually, Anson returned, carrying a paper bag in his hands. He hummed a tune as he unpacked some food with a smile on his face. He was enjoying this way too much.“Open 24/7,” Anson held up the sandwich as if I had asked him to do that. Then he approached me, and I quickly turned my head away. It was of no use as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. I did, and that look in his e

AlessioAna told her story, and with every word that left her mouth, my frown grew bigger. Anson had managed to lure Mena with a simple text, and being the person she was—she exchanged herself to save the woman’s life.No matter how many times I repeated it in my head, I still could not understand how Mena would do all of that, to keep one person safe.As Ana spoke about how Anson had slapped Mena and dragged her across the room by her hair, my fists began to ball. My urge to kill got wilder, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him.“Is that all?” I asked loudly, after the woman took a pause."No." Ana sighed. "She told me to come here first thing in the morning and tell you that she took the ring.”“The ring?” I was confused for a split-second, but then it clicked. She had taken the ring with the tracker she despised so much because she knew I would come for her. With a hopeful feeling, I once again rushed to the monitor and opened up the tracking software.As it opened, I let out

TW/: sexual assault/abuse-MenaSome time had passed since Anson began pacing the room again. An uneasy energy surrounded him as I was still tied up, and my worries began to grow by the minute.His behavior had reached a peak that was even something new to me. I knew he could switch, but not this quickly. Anson was not himself and spoke and argued with nothing but air. I had seen him angry, I had seen him make a fool of himself—but this was sick.I had kept my gaze low, avoiding eye contact as much as possible because it felt like the safest thing to do—but as time went by, I felt an urge of something I would not be able to hold back for much longer.“Anson,” I spoke above a whisper, mustering courage. My voice sounded hoarse from the lack of talking. “I have to pee.”He stood still, but didn’t respond. Anson was out of it, utterly zoned out and lost in his own world, kind of like a zombie. It was as if my words just floated through the air because they didn’t seem to have gotten thr