His Lasting Impression : Mafia Don Obsession [ Book 1 ]

Shit. Shit. Fuck.Tumakbo ako nang walang tinginan sa likod, sigaw nang sigaw ang utak ko to keep running. Narinig ko yung sabay-sabay na pagbukas ng car doors parang countdown bago ako mahuli.Hinagis ko yung heels ko ng walang pag aalinlangan, i was barefoot sprinting naparabang akala mo kasali ako sa track and field competion, pumasok ako sa madilim na alley.Agad kong naramdaman yung gravel matutulis na bato na parang kutsilyong hinihiwa ang balat ng paa ko. Bawat apak, ramdam ko yung hapdi, parang lumulubog mismo sa laman. Pero kahit nanginginig na sa sakit, tuloy pa rin ako sa pagtakbo.I wanted to scream, pero wala nang oras. Adrenaline lang ang nagtataguyod sa’kin, the only thing keeping my body from giving out.The sound of their footsteps echoed through the alley hard, heavy, and getting faster. Parang bawat tapak nila umaalingawngaw sa tenga ko, drowning out everything else.I risked a glance back apat na shadowed men, breathless but relentless, charging straight at me.“Sh

He pulled me as we walked through the long hallway. His grip on my arm was rough, my skin almost scraping with every tug.He stopped in front of a door and knocked.I immediately felt panic explode in my chest. What was waiting for me behind that door this time?My hand trembled at my side. He glanced at me, his eyes cold and empty, showing no emotion at all.“W-what’s going to happen?” I asked quietly when his grip loosened slightly.Agad niya akong sinamaan ng tingin.“Just do as you’re told,” he said at last, his voice rough.“When you go in there, stand still. If they ask you something, answer. Don’t lie. This is probably the last time we’ll be able to talk.”Nanlamig ako.Last time?Parang may humigpit sa dibdib ko.“A-are you one of the men… that took me?” bulong kong tanong.Umirap siya, parang matatawa pero hindi—yung itsura na do you really think I’m gonna answer that? type.“You said it yourself,” mahina kong sagot. “Never na tayong magkakausap ulit. I just need answers.”Um

Sabi nila, the eyes are the first thing that reveals a person’s soul.But in his case… There was nothing left to read. As if whatever was inside him had already died a long time ago.His eyes were cold. Heavy. Steel-like—no warmth, no hesitation.Not just intimidating… but dangerous in a way that made it feel like you were not even human in his presence.Nakakainis aminin, pero sobrang gwapo niya.The dangerous kind. Yung tipong automatic kang mapapatingin kahit alam mong masamang ideaDark hair, neatly styled, like wala siyang pakialam sa kaguluhang nasa paligid niya dahil sanay na siya rito.And he was tall. Not just tall-tall, but the kind of tall that makes the whole room feel smaller the second he walks in.Hindi siya ‘yung tipo ng lalaki na sobrang bulky or halatang tambay ng gym twenty-four seven. Wala ‘yung OA na muscles na halos pumutok na sa polo nya. Pero grabe pa rin ‘yung bigat ng presence niya.Tipong pagpasok pa lang niya sa room, automatic nag-iiba na agad ‘yung atmosp

Ang takot daw, yung feeling na alam mong kahit anong oras—pwede kang mawala. Hindi mo alam kung paano. Hindi mo alam kung kailan. Pero sure ka, mangyayari siya.Pero ngayon? Parang hindi na “takot” yung totoo kong nararamdaman.Mas malala.Parang may ibang level na siya—yung klase na hindi mo na ma-control, hindi mo na ma-escape, parang katawan mo na mismo yung sumusuko kahit hindi pa tapos yung laban.Hinila ako ni Afanas sa hallway, mabilis, mabigat yung hawak niya sa braso ko. Sa magkabilang gilid namin, may dalawang lalaki na tahimik lang—parang shadows na may armas. Walang emotion. Walang kahit anong sign na tao pa sila.“Runner ka,” malamig niyang sabi, parang final na agad yun. “Hindi ka dapat pinagkakatiwalaan.”Okay. So ganun lang pala kadali. Isang label, tapos tapos na yung pagkatao mo.Kinagat ko labi ko para hindi ako mag-break down doon mismo. Pero habang papalapit kami sa isang malaking pinto, lalo lang humihigpit yung dibdib ko.Parang may invisible na kamay na humahaw

Afanas didn’t believe in hesitation.Not in this world—sa mundo nila, isang second lang ng doubt, pwedeng kamatayan na.The man in front of him was proof of that.Duguan na yung kamao niya, pero hindi pa rin siya tumitigil. Parang routine na lang—suntok, haltak, ulit. Yung singsing niya dumudulas sa balat ng lalaki every hit, pero weirdly… hindi siya nauumay.He was enjoying it.Yung lalaki—Evahn—nakakabit na lang sa upuan like basag na puppet.“Evahn,” Afanas said, calm na calm, parang normal na usapan lang. “Akala mo talaga hindi ka hahabulin ng sariling pamilya mo?”May weak na tawa. Or maybe choke lang yun.Tapos may luha.Yeah. Luha.Dumulas sa mukha niya, humalo sa dugo, naging messy na pink streak.Men like him weren’t supposed to cry.Pero he was.“Afanas… I-I don’t know what happened…” he stuttered, hirap huminga.Afanas didn’t even react.Kinuha niya yung blade sa bulsa niya. Dahan-dahan. Parang wala lang.Then inilapit niya sa leeg ng lalaki.Not enough to kill. Enough to s