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CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
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Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
“So... I believe all you've said and I appreciate you saving me from myself, but, but why did you do it? I mean, what you've done for me has essentially made you an enemy to your boss, a man as dangerous as Aleksandr Matiç, and you've done this for me, a heady, nosy FBI Agent who you don't even know. It surely can't be out of the goodness of your heart that you took such a great risk, so why did you do it?”Bonita cracked a smile on her pretty face and leaned forward on her chair before asking cryptically:“Who says I don't know you?”Snyder, now more confused than ever, asked, “Well, do you?”Her reply was simple:“The WestSiders... Human traffickers... Three years ago... Does that ring a bell?”And of course, it did.The WestSiders had been a group of Polish thugs who had been involved in kidnapping and trading young girls to rich and immensely criminal individuals for incredible sums of money. He and Ruby had worked on the case because they had terrorized the city and the case was
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
“You all have five seconds each to answer the question I'm about to put forth, boys... And mind you, no lies, because if any of you dare to tell me any... I will make a delightsome example out of that fellow..”Don Fabrizio had gone into the general building and lined up all the men under his roof before him. He was now pacing slowly and methodically before them, his two hands held behind him, and a pistol being brandished in one of them. This was a classic Mafiosi pose, and it was one that was flexed only when there was serious trouble. Lucca stood behind him, a sneer on his face.“Which one of you has been fucking the stripper I stashed upstairs?” Don Fabrizio eventually asked after allowing the tension to build in the minds of his men for a few minutes, because the more afraid they got, the faster the truth would come out.All the men immediately began to look at each other with looks of surprise and innocence on their faces and Don Fabrizio observed them keenly.“I asked a questio
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
“Well, I've never really thought about it before... I've just been working and moving forward. Always thinking about the mission at hand and then the one after that and then the one after that... I've never thought about retirement.”Snyder was finding himself explaining to Bonita the reason why he had never thought about life outside of the FBI.“But.. that's not life, you know? Life is about more than just chasing and catching sickos like Aleksandr... There are family, love, and hobbies... There's a whole lot,” Bonita said. She had now finished bandaging him, and she was sitting opposite him on the bed.“Well, I... I do have a family... A wife... Well, I had a wife. We're separated now. But I have a teenage daughter, Amy,” Snyder said. As he talked about Amy, he smiled a little. Of all the shitty things he'd done in his life, both on and off the job, having Amy was the one thing he had never, ever regretted. She was his only achievement.“A child in her teens? That's great... What
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
“Happy eighteenth birthday to you, Amy..”Aunt Sarah said with a tinge of regret in her voice as she stood uncertainly by the door that led into the teenager's bedroom with a freshly baked, sweet-smelling cake in her hands.Amy, who was in a hoodie and baggy pants and had previously been on her bed, lying on her back and staring endlessly at the ceiling, raised her head a little to see her aunt in her baker's jacket and Barrett. It cracked her up a little, and she thought to make a small joke.“Thanks, Aunt Sarah... However, is the occasion worth the attire?”Sarah laughed harder than expected, not because the joke was ripping her ribs apart but because the whole situation was a very awkward, sad one and she was intensely nervous, so hearing Amy making light of a situation that was not hilarious at all was somewhat relieving for her as she hadn't known what to expect when she decided to make her way to Amy's room.“Come on in,” Amy beckoned to her, waving her in with a gesture of her
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
It had been a hectic day, to say the least, for Doctor Deona Fernando. Just that day, she'd had to deal with:A couple who’d come with seven children to get a DNA test; the man was raging, and upon inquiry, she discovered that he'd caught his wife of 11 years in bed with another man. And so, he'd come with all his children to decipher whether or not they were really his or if they were someone else's. The results were to be out in 5 days, but she was sure that if indeed the children turned out not to be the man's, there'd undoubtedly be hell at the hospital.A young lady who'd come with her sister and came to run a test due to how unwell she'd been feeling only to discover that she had been infected with staphylococcus.A woman who came and was pleading for the baby in her womb to be aborted, as she was a week away from her wedding and had just discovered that she was pregnant due to careless sex on the night of her bachelorette party. She was told that abortions weren't permitted by
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Gio and Sensi had hung around the city all day, unable to go home but unable to go anywhere too exposed. They'd considered going to see Daniella but had opted against it, seeing as they could be endangering her if indeed Don Fabrizio was after them.And so, when the clock hit 9:30, they'd gotten up from their seats in the bar they were in, got in Gio's car, and began to drive down to Tequila.The ride down there was quiet until they arrived at the bar and saw that The Don was also just arriving at that time. Gio parked, but neither he nor Sensi got out. They chose to sit back in the car and observe the landscape. They observed that he hadn't brought Mercedes with him, as the letter had requested, so he probably had some other proposal and wasn't willing to do things on Aleksandr's terms. Understandable. But still, there were many more reasons to be cautious.“Well, if he's here for the meeting, then he can't possibly want to come at us, at least not here, right?” Gio asked, without lo
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER SIXTY
“I brought you here intending to make you my wife, wedding you as legally as you wanted, and treat you as the queen that my wife was. All you had to do was say 'yes’ to me... A simple three-letter word that would have given you all you could ask for; money, cars, clothes, vacations to any country of your choice, all you would have had to do was just name it. But you didn't say 'yes’. And even when you didn't, I still made sure that you were treated well, that you were kept in a beautiful room such as this, the one my dear and late wife used to occupy when she was here. I made sure that you never suffered any kind of harm and that you were always fed and properly clothed. And even when you decided to take your own life, I sent for my own doctor to come down and check on you and do all she could for you to be fine... And what did you do, after all these?”Don Fabrizio was in Mercedes’ room the following morning, engaging her compulsorily in a lengthy and initially one-sided conversation
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
“Are you okay, sir?” The voice that called out to Gio as he lay, sprawled on the floor, was not the one he had been expecting. It was a feminine voice; he'd thought it had been Sensi who'd saved him as he always did, but this was a woman's voice, and worse, it was a woman's voice that he didn't even recognize. Grabbing his bleeding right leg, he rolled around on the floor to get a good view of his savior, who was approaching from behind him.“Are you okay, sir?” The woman called again.Turning full circle to see her, Gio took in a sharp breath when he realized that he'd been saved by a police officer. Fuck. The last person he wanted to be with when he had only one good leg and an injury that needed treatment was a police officer; if he was investigated and found to be who he was, A Mafiosi, that could spell more trouble for him than safety. “I'm... I'm okay... Thank you, officer..” He said, however, trying to appear as calm as possible.The woman, a tall blonde, who was holding her
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