All Chapters of Torn Between Two Mafia: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Julius," Jenny breathed, the name heavy on her lips like a curse. She looked at him, astonished by how easily she could comprehend the situation. Just a few months ago, this scenario would have seemed like something out of a nightmare. Now, she expected him wherever there was pain and suffering.Unconsciously, Jenny shifted to stand in front of Richard, shielding him from Julius and his guards. Her self-defense skills hadn't improved since her last bout, but standing in front of Richard felt like the right thing to do."Oh, Jenny," Julius said, his elbow bent with the gun beside his head. "You're too curious for your own good. If only you could learn to leave matters be, we wouldn't be in this predicament. If you could learn to keep your legs closed, perhaps the men around you wouldn't keep getting hurt.""This is insanity, Julius! Richard and I have never done anything inappropriate, and even if we had, is this your idea of a reasonable response? Do you truly think attacking those I

Light cascades over Jenny's face in undulating waves, bright flashes of red sparking behind her eyelids before fading, over and over. Her head throbs with a migraine, coaxing her into consciousness only to confront her with another, deeper pain.The first is a raw, searing ache at her core, as if a thousand tiny cuts inflame her. It's like she has been rubbed raw from her midriff down to her tailbone. Attempting to shift her weight provides no comfort; every angle feels as though a blazing weight is beneath her, scorching her skin and blistering the tender areas within.As Jenny fully awakens to this agony, the abrasions and burns from being dragged flailingly across the floor come alive, demanding attention. The shirt draped over her clings to these wounds, yet to scab over or begin healing.The light above continues to flicker, harshly bursting into her vision and vanishing in a rhythmic cycle. She wonders fleetingly if she is dying, if death is merely a seque

Jenny heard footsteps that were unusually soft, moving from her closet towards the bathroom. Whoever it was must think she was in there and wanted to catch her unaware. Silently, she picked up a decorative vase from the lowest shelf of her bookcase and kneeled down, using the blanket beneath her to muffle any noise.She stood quickly, ready to strike with the vase held high as the intruder approached. To her shock, it was her mother who appeared, staring at her with wide eyes and hands raised defensively. Worry coursed through Jenny as she realized the fright could be dangerous for her mother. Hastily, she lowered the vase, guilt overtaking her."I'm so sorry, Mother," she apologized, gently placing her hands on her mother's shoulders. Helping her to the desk, she offered her a glass of water. Her mother took a sip, her hands shaky, then placed the glass back."It's alright, dear," her mother said, looking up at Jenny. Jenny knelt in front of her, hands envelopi

Fueled by desperation, she considered more drastic actions, shouting at him to inform her about her mother's condition."Jenny," came a disturbingly calm voice from the doorway. Her father's presence struck a fleeting smile on Jenny's face; if he was back, maybe it meant her mother was okay. Surely, they wouldn't have left the hospital if a serious procedure was underway.Yet, upon meeting her father's gaze, Jenny recognized he was no longer the same man who had left with her mother that morning. His eyes and face appeared red and blotchy, his usually neat hair disheveled and oily."Sharon is gone," he stated, anger threading his voice. The warmth in his eyes replaced by coldness as he approached her. Jenny braced for an impending assault, expecting Lance to intervene. However, Lance only stepped"Sharon is gone, and it's your fault," Jenny's father said, his words piercing through her world."What?" Jenny whispered, blinking in disbelief as tears cascaded down her cheeks. "Mother—"S

Julius's car still carried the same lingering scent it had weeks ago when he insisted on driving Jenny home. Beside her feet, a small black duffel bag sat, quickly packed before Julius had shown up at her door to take her away. He had not uttered a word about the bag or even glanced her way as he turned and led her down the hallway and out of the house. Jenny hadn't had a moment to bid farewell to her home or reflect on her mother, as Julius allowed no pause.Now, as they sped down the highway with overhead lights flickering by, Julius remained silent. The radio and fan were off, wrapping them in a tense quiet. Jenny continually reminded herself that between the two of them, she wasn't the one at fault. If Julius hadn't hurt her, she would never have had anything harmful or shocking to tell her mother.Despite this reminder, the guilt weighed heavily in her stomach. She couldn't erase the look on her mother's face when she told her the truth or how she immediately fell ill. Julius's c