I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son.

Wrapped in secrets and dangers, Molly was raised in a rare manner for someone growing up within the mafia, like a donkey oblivious to any danger, I would say. At 17, the youngest of Caio and Matheus, professional killers in service to the late Don Teodoro who was all the trouble there, she was an enigma to her brothers. Despite growing up in the shadow of crime, she remained oblivious to the family's business, an innocence that deeply worried them. Raised in isolation, Molly was a young woman of medium height, adorned with long brown hair framing her angelic face. Her eyes, though carrying the naivety of youth, concealed a sharp intelligence and uncommon insight. It was as if, behind the facade of an inexperienced young woman, there existed a perceptive soul ready to blossom. As the daughter of the mafia madam, her mother harbored the desire for her to secure a good man who would protect her within the mafia, much as she had done herself, shaping her into a beautiful, vain, and attra

Chapter 3 Almost CaughtMolly jumped out of bed, throwing all the suspicious items away before her mother could notice."Mom, is something wrong?" she asked as soon as her mother entered, visibly nervous."Have you delivered all the packages?" Matilde asked, showing concern."Yes.""Let's go!" she announced, pulling her hurriedly as if they were fleeing.Madson had no idea what was happening. They headed to the car and drove off at high speed. Her mother kept her eyes on the road through the rearview mirror, making sure no one was following them. Madson just shrunk into her seat, frightened, without asking anything else."It seems like someone is following us," Molly suggested, alarmed."Damn it!" Matilde exclaimed upon seeing a motorcycle behind them. "Here!" she threw the phone into Molly's lap. "Call Matheus, now!"Madson complied without questioning. Then, she received a piece of fabric thrown onto her face."Are those the men who want to kill our family?" she asked, frightened, w

The next day, the same old story repeated itself. Matheus was adamant about not letting her go, while Lincoln stayed updated on the hunt, soon the whole family agreed except Matheus, still after much torment from Molly he agreed and allowed her to go."So I can solve this with that assassin instead of Lisaura and get the ring," she thought as the second possibility in case the first one didn't work out."Tomorrow early in the morning, you leave, it's the safe hour, Mom! Make sure to dress her in more decent clothes than that rustic low-cut dress, do we have a peasant at home? She can't go like that and look like a male fetish," Matheus asserted."What's a fetish?" Molly asked confused."That's why you shouldn't go like that," he warned, indifferent.The sun hadn't even risen yet, and Madson was already up wandering around the house anxiously, her brother was no longer in the room, often she heard noises in the arsenal room they had made in the basement, her brother Caio still slept as

Chapter 6: First Time in a Man's RoomMolly's heart pounded hard, a drum echoing in her chest. She clenched her fists, focusing on containing the nausea rising up her throat.Curious glances followed her, some laden with disapproval, others merely intrigued. Molly ignored them all, her mind holding only one thought, her goal in sight. A dangerous figure she needed to find at all costs."That pink wig!" exclaimed a gravelly voice, a short man in a white suit and black hat, teeth adorned with gold and expensive rings. His appearance made Molly's stomach churn. "Eloah! What a surprise, come with me, the boss changed rooms this time," he announced, while Molly silently thanked her luck as some men leered at her from head to toe. "When are we going to have fun again? You know I can pay much more than that spoiled Playboy upstairs, don't you?" he asked, leading the way, but Molly only managed a forced smile, and he seemed to expect no response."Uh, the men around here really covet you, but

Chapter 7. Finally the ring of freedom."So?" Braston inquired upon his return, finding Molly's icy gaze upon him. The mask still covered her face, intensifying the young woman's repulsion. To her, he was just a pile of muscles, flaunting a tattoo on his arm that stirred nebulous memories in her mind, still indecipherable."I don't know what you want," she retorted, coldly, turning her face away to avoid eye contact."From now on, you can come as often as you like. You know I always pay well," Braston suggested, picking up the envelope from the table and extending it to her. Molly just took it, without any enthusiasm, her fingers brushing his briefly. The envelope would be delivered to Lisaura, who needed the money.At that moment, Molly felt like the dirtiest person in the world. Revulsion ran through her body as she held the envelope, the temptation to throw it in Braston's face was strong. But fear overpowered her, for she knew who that man was."So... I guess I need to leave. How