All Chapters of Torn Between Two Mafia: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Seething quietly, Jenny nodded. Her father sighed, accepting the gesture. He rose and placed a large hand on her shoulder, attempting to reassure her. His touch felt eerily similar to Julius's, and she suppressed a shudder."You know your mother loves all her children, including you, dear," he added, a note of sadness in his voice. "This family means the world to her, and your behavior weighs on her. Do this for her. Give her some peace."Jenny glanced at the fallen photograph on the desk—a cherished family portrait from her childhood. The memory of that day was vivid: a visit to the park under the perfect weather, with puffy clouds drifting lazily across the sky, occasionally letting the bright sun peek through. She had felt overjoyed to wear a beautiful blue dress that matched those of her mother and Jessica. Her father and Julius had donned suits, their ties coordinated with the dresses. Following the photo session, they had enjoyed a picnic, basking in the pleasant sunlight.The p

"Orders from your father. As head of security, it's my job to teach you how to protect yourself.""Why does a politician care so much about self-defense anyway? It's not as if he ever lets me out onto the street," she complained.A flicker of emotion crossed Richard's face. "You never know what could happen, Jenny." His serious expression took her aback, hinting at the dangers he had likely seen beyond their secure life. Then, his playful demeanor returned. "Besides, it's good discipline, you rapscallion."Jenny laughed. "I am not a rapscallion!" she retorted, giving him a playful punch on the arm, only to instantly regret it. His solid form likely caused her more pain than it did him.Richard handed her a water bottle. "You'll want some of this before we start," he advised. Grateful, she accepted it, relishing the first sip as it refreshed her. She managed to stop herself from drinking it all in one go. Richard chuckled at her enthusiasm and began to walk out of the training area, wi

Jenny felt a wave of nausea as soon as she glimpsed Julius's face. Thoughts immediately rushed to Kevin, accompanied by memories of Julius's hand striking her, his grip tightening around her throat. She realized she could never look at Julius without recalling the harm he had inflicted on her and others. Now, with his eyes narrow and his chest heaving, she knew he was prepared to cause more pain.Examining the men flanking Julius, Jenny wondered why she hadn't seen them before. Their eyes scanned the room and her as if it were unfamiliar territory. She sneered at them and felt Richard stiffen beside her. For a brief moment, she hoped Richard would intervene and send Julius away, but Julius spoke first."You filthy pervert," Julius spat, disgust evident in his tone. "She's sixteen."The absurdity of his protective accusation directed at Richard almost made Jenny laugh, if not for the fear and anxiety twisting her stomach. Julius's hair was slicked back unnaturally, mak

On Saturday morning, Jenny awoke in a sweat, her bed sheets soaked and the small of her back sticking to them. She sat up, tugging her pajama shirt down, and as she did, the memory of yesterday flooded back. A shudder ran through her, and she couldn't hold back the sob that escaped her, tearing through her chest and making her curl inwards. Gradually, she pulled her body tighter until she formed a small, compact ball in the middle of her bed. She wasn't sure how long she remained there, crying, before the gagging began. When it did, she unfurled herself, collapsing to her knees beside the bed. With difficulty, she managed to rise to her shaky feet and stumbled into the bathroom, where she vomited into the toilet.Once she finished, she found vomit in her hair and splatters on her pajamas. As she peeled the garments off her body, she cried, careful to avoid looking in the mirror. Each time she caught a glimpse of herself, she could only imagine how Julius saw her—and how R

Fortunately, Julius wasn't driving. It was easy for Jenny to close the gap behind whatever goon was at the wheel while keeping a safe distance. She didn't want to risk being spotted, especially if someone recognized the vehicle.After about twenty minutes of driving, she saw them pull into a gravel parking lot. Next to it stood a dilapidated tavern. She passed by, hoping Julius wouldn't notice her, and parked about half a mile down the road, trying to conceal the SUV. She pocketed the keys and then made her way back toward the seedy establishment.As she approached the front door, she realized the tavern's shabby appearance was more of a facade. The wooden surface was painted to look grainy and rotting, likely to deter unwanted visitors. A cheap LED light flickered outside, proclaiming the tavern was "OPEN." The roof and shutters were carelessly painted a streaky black. On the door, she noticed a symbol that hadn't been visible when she had driven past—a rose surroun