All Chapters of The lost Mafia princess : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mike paced the room like a caged animal, his fists clenched at his sides, his face tight with frustration. His mind was racing, replaying the events that led to this moment, and the anger only burned hotter with each passing second. Elizabeth—his sister—was gone, taken by Uncle Nick, and it was Mr. Black’s fault.He stopped pacing for a moment, turning to glare at Mr. Black, who stood silently by the window, staring out with a tense expression. Mr. Black, usually so calm and in control, seemed on edge, his fingers drumming lightly against the windowsill, his jaw clenched tight.“How could you let this happen?” Mike’s voice was harsh, accusing. “You were supposed to protect her! You promised she’d be safe with you.”Mr. Black’s gray eyes flicked toward Mike, his expression unreadable. “I did everything I could—”“It wasn’t enough!” Mike cut him off, his voice rising. “You let her slip through your fingers, and now she’s gone. Uncle Nick has her, and God knows what he’s planning to do!”

Elizabeth point of View Elizabeth sat on the cold metal chair in her uncle’s office, her wrists bound tightly with thick, rough ropes. The small, dim room felt stifling, her every breath short and sharp, laced with worry. She didn’t know where she was, and each second spent in this eerie silence amplified her fear. Uncle Nick had been keeping her here, away from everything and everyone, and she knew he enjoyed every second of her torment.The door creaked open, breaking her from her thoughts, and Uncle Nick entered with a smirk plastered across his face. His gaze was sharp, predatory, and it made her skin crawl. He looked down at her, hands clasped behind his back, the faint light casting eerie shadows over his features.“Well, well,” he sneered, circling her like a predator. “Look at you, all tied up, helpless. I bet you never thought things would end up like this, hmm?”Elizabeth met his gaze, her expression defiant despite the fear simmering beneath the surface. “You won’t get awa

Mr. Black sat in his office, the dim light casting shadows along the walls as he reviewed the plans he and Mike had discussed to locate Elizabeth. His mind raced, teetering between strategies and the terrifying uncertainty of time slipping away. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. Something didn’t feel right. There had been too many close calls, too many coincidences that seemed orchestrated, almost as if someone was feeding information to Nick.A light knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts. One of his guards stepped in, eyes trained on the floor. “Sir, the meeting’s set. Everyone’s in the main hall.”He nodded, straightening his jacket. He needed answers, and he needed them now. As he made his way down the hall, his mind drifted to Elizabeth, her laughter, her defiant gaze, her strength. She was out there somewhere, waiting, hoping. He couldn’t afford to fail her.When he entered the hall, his men stood in small groups, murmuring in low voices that died down

Mr. Black’s footsteps echoed through the dim hallway as he made his way to the lower levels of the building. It was a place reserved for special cases, the types of people he couldn’t trust within the walls of a regular cell. And tonight, Uncle Nick had earned himself a spot here, his smug expression seared into Mr. Black’s memory as he was dragged out of the SUV.Nick’s taunts echoed in his mind: the mocking, the cruel insinuation that Elizabeth was out of reach, somewhere only Nick could get to. Every laugh, every dismissive word had clawed at him, stoking the fire within his chest. Elizabeth was missing, yet Nick acted as if he was untouchable, as if nothing they did could get him to talk. Mr. Black’s fists clenched at his sides as he reached the heavy steel door of Nick’s cell.The second he unlocked it, Nick’s mocking laughter met his ears. The sound was sharp, cutting through the silence like glass shattering. It echoed down the hallway, filling every corner with a grating irrit

Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered open, a dull, throbbing ache pulsing through her head. For a moment, she blinked against the haze clouding her vision, disoriented and struggling to remember what had happened. The room around her was dimly lit, and as her senses slowly returned, she became aware of the cold, hard surface beneath her.Where was she?She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her to lie back down, her breathing shallow and quick. As she pressed a shaky hand against her forehead, fragments of recent events began to return. She remembered Uncle Nick’s taunting laughter, his cold, unforgiving stare. The feeling of glass shattering as he struck her—pain, panic, and the fading hope that someone might find her.Now, here she was, alone in an unfamiliar place. Slowly, she sat up, ignoring the ache that shot through her side, and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. Her heart pounded as she took in her surroundings. She appeared to be in the back of a mov