All Chapters of Torn Between Two Mafia: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Light streamed through the enormous window as a gentle breeze ruffled the wind chimes just outside Jenny's room. Sunlight poured in, bathing her bed and face in a warm glow. Automatically, a yawn escaped her as she raised her arms above her head and stretched her small frame. Glancing around, Jenny realized she must have enjoyed a truly restful night's sleep. She tugged at the corners of her eyes, attempting to chase away the remnants of slumber. It struck her that she hadn't awoken screaming in terror about Julius, an incredibly welcome reprieve after countless sleepless nights, especially those preceding his recent stunt. Fortunately, Nancy had the foresight to give her some medication to ensure a peaceful night's rest, and it had certainly done the trick. Feeling refreshed and excited for the day, Jenny hopped out of bed, carefully slipping her feet into her cozy pink slippers before making her way to the kitchen for much-needed coffee. Though the pills had worked their magic, th

"Enough," Lemuel interjects, swaying slightly at Steve's side. "You can't play doctor and sniper at the same time, Jenny. We all saw how you handled those guys." He mimics firing a gun with his hands, aiming at some guys across the bar, who glance over, shake their heads, and return to their conversation. "Alexander probably wouldn't have made it without you." "Yeah," Steve agrees, his eyes lighting up. "Anthony told me all about it, dude. You were incredible in there. He said you emptied a full clip without missing once. He said they were dropping like flies while you stood and shot out of the sunroof. That's the most badass thing I've ever heard." "Well," Jenny replies, her cheeks flushing. She recalls the moment with a sense of pride, remembering how badass she felt at the time, but hearing it echoed by someone else feels startling. She doesn't want to dwell on the state Alexander was in that night or the reason she was there in the first place. The pack of gum feels heavy in her

Dolf, noticing her distress, asks if she's alright. She gives him a quick nod and looks away. Jenny understands there's a strong possibility that her attempt to reveal the truth to Alexander may not go as she hopes. With that realization, she makes a split-second decision. Dolf, unsure of whether he believes her, chooses to remain silent, waiting for her to act on whatever she feels is necessary. He recalls having heard stories of people experiencing these kinds of meltdowns, but those were usually related to substance abuse, he thinks. Determined, Jenny decides to share as much as she can with Dolf, hoping to bring him to her side, at least to some extent. If she doesn't get the opportunity to speak to Alexander alone tonight, at least Dolf will have a grasp of the situation. She trusts he will ensure she gets time with Alexander tonight. This situation is too critical to disregard. Unbeknownst to her, she begins to sway from side to side, and Dolf notices the crumpled pack of gum

Jenny seizes the moment to rub her shoulder, then audibly pops it back into place with a rough twist. Alexander reaches into his pocket and tosses the explosives to Dolf, who proudly displays them for everyone in the room to see. So, the jig is up, Julius thinks, realizing that Jenny must have faltered in some way. He is unfazed to see her unceremoniously dropped at his feet. Disappointed, he glares at her as Alexander presses a gun to her head and asks Dolf for the detonator. The gun that Alexander holds against Jenny's temple is no ordinary weapon. It's the long slide G24.40 S&W Glock that he obtained through his French 'pastime' with Sophie. She had gifted it to him during his business trip with the Les Beaux Voyous, using their drug smuggling routes to sneak it into the States. Since he was the point man, it was a relatively easy task. This Glock was his preferred firearm, known for its reliability and minimal chances of jamming. The intricate designs of both Glock and Smith

Leaning closer, he breathes in her scent, checking if she still carries the familiar aroma. There were times he could smell Richard on her and in her bed, but now he detects remnants of the bar mixed with what he assumes is Alexander's cologne. He struggles to suppress his rage as he leans back, forcing a smile down at her. "I had to shoot you," he reiterates, "there was no other way to ensure your safety. Do you understand that? I shot you to save you, honey." She flinches away from his touch, and he realizes it's a reaction to the trauma of the explosion, the shock of such a harrowing experience. She flinches away from Julius's touch, and he understands that her reaction stems from the trauma of having endured the explosion—an intense experience that leaves lasting scars. It's the kind of ordeal that haunts men in their dreams. Even he wakes up some nights, thrashing about, desperate to escape the echoes of bullets and blasts. He reflects that it's far better to be the one plant