All Chapters of TAKEN: by the Mafia Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The day my school's principal called me into his office to have a word with me, I knew it wasn't good news, and somehow I'd seen it coming. There was no hiding it as the rumors had been going on around the school, fast spreading like wildfire. The famous Lobos Samuel Curtez had been killed at his own party. Samuel Curtez was the world's biggest nuisance and the country's most wanted criminal. He was New York's head of the popular 'zolo' mafia gang, taking after his late father, Carlos Curtez, who had terrorised and shaken up the world in the same manner. Samuel Curtez was rumored to run the largest drug moving organization in fifteen different countries. Last semester, Katy hadn't resumed school with us and when she was asked, she said her sister went missing and that she overhead her parents saying Samuel Curtez had kidnapped her from the rail road but they didn't want it to go out.Samuel Curtez, the most notorious criminal ever recorded and ever wanted in history. I couldn't

I took two steps back and tried to steady my breathing. My phone. I needed my phone. I hurried back to the bed and picked the pillows out. Nothing. That was when I sighted a green telephone seated on the bed stand. A telephone? Why was a telephone there? This all makes sense now. The large balcony with a beautiful view outside overlooking the city. This was a hotel. A fucking exotic hotel at that. Quickly, I picked up the telephone receiver and punched in the only number in my head. Kimberly's. Kimberly was the only thing I had closest to a friend in school. Although we never do activities friends are supposed to do together as friends, I did have her number. I punched on dial and the call just beeped twice and that's it. The call disconnected. I tried again and again and the telephone just seemed to be dead. After a while I slowly walked out of the room until I reached an elevator. All the other buttons didn't work except the button for the next floor above. I know it was a b

Rose's P.O.V. I heard faint noises all around me each time I went in and out of consciousness. Pain struck my entire body. My body was still pressed onto Samuel's as he shielded me, protecting me. I passed out a few times, only jolting back with every gun shut sound that exploded in the air. At some point I found breathing hard and all I wanted to do was just make the pains go away. "This isn't a game, Curtez!" I heard a deep, intimidating voice from a distance I couldn't pin point. My mind was clogged. Who were these men shooting at us? Did they ambush us with the accident? My heart picked race at the possibility of losing my life. I know being with this man was the last thing I wanted for myself but dying this way was no preference to being with him. Samuel's arm circles around my side again and I looked up to see his hardened jawline as he focused ahead, one hand bearing a gun pointed out to the front from behind the Summersaulted car.

To my surprise, the man carrying me took me inside an elevator, not my room. He sets me down before punching on the elevator buttons. Seconds later, I was busting out on a rooftop. I noticed a table at the center of the rooftop. The place looked to be an open balcony, a swimming pool at one side close to the table. I noticed there's a bunch of flowers on a pot in the middle of the table, along with empty white plates on either side of the table, spoons on white clothes next and a campaign in the middle, with tall glasses. Samuel Curtez stood with his back turned to me, his face turned towards the city as he watched. One the man set me down, he disappeared from behind me, leaving me alone with Samuel. He turned around in time for me to see a fat cigarette between his lips. He drags it and pulled it out with two of his right fingers, then puffed the smoke into the air. My father was a smoker, maybe an addict

Before William Grasso stood Martin Carozza, his old acquaintance and friend in the mafia business. Martin Carozza was older than William both in age and in looks. He had a completely grey hair on his nearly bald head, with wrinkled, scaly skin that seemed to have developed freckles over the years and not to mention the stick he now walked with. Martin's lips open into a wide grin, his arms opening as he said, "not even a 'nice to see you' from an old friend?" William never thought he would be seeing Martin this time soon. Just like him, Martin had been part of some of their illegal business that gave big money in the past. But fourteen years ago, he packed and moved out of the country without saying where he went. He said he wanted out of the illegal lifestyle and just be with his family. And now that he was back, William couldn't help wonder what the reason was. Giving him a wide smile, William said "Martin Carozza! I never thought I