Love Of The Mafia King

It's getting darker and darker.

Amada Nelson didn't know what his followers wanted. She had walked a long way from the restaurant and got lost. Now she was really confused when she caught another group of men staring at her, scaring her. They will not be willing to help when she asks for directions to the hotel where she is staying. Amada's hunch shouted out a warning to her. She had better get away from them as soon as possible, without delay. Therefore, Amada's footsteps hurriedly moved, she did not dare to glance at the eyes that seemed to want to strip her clothes and leave her naked.

Amada didn't understand why she got into this damned trouble. A few minutes ago she was still in the restaurant with her fiancé and sister. She pointed to the bathroom for a bit, then turned around and the two of them were gone. Amada asked a waiter and was told that the two people at her table had left. The woman texted back that Dylan - Amada's fiance suddenly felt unwell, so Helen - Amada's sister took him to the hotel first. Helen had told her to come back and pick up Amada. But as time passed, Helen did not appear. Amada couldn't sit still anymore, she was really worried for both of them, afraid that something had happened. She needs to find her sister and fiancé. So that's why Amada recklessly left. She forgot her own dilemma.

It was a huge problem and now it has put Amada in a tragic situation, her having diabetes was never considered serious until this miserable situation happened. Amada didn't remember the exact way back to the hotel. Not to mention she's not fluent in her native language. She is just a tourist, everything in the trip is planned by Helen. And it was Helen, Amada's younger sister, who translated for her.

Amada sat and waited according to Helen's instructions. She drank the entire glass of water she had before without a doubt about it. Amada doesn't know that her glass of water is not good. It was drugged by the bad guys. The bad guy is still sitting in the bar watching Amada. And as seen after Amada left, they followed her.

After moving for a while, Amada's body became more and more unstable. She felt that she was getting weaker, tired, her limbs were weak, her mind was not clear, her consciousness gradually became blurred. Her whole body was hot, it felt like there were thousands of ants crawling inside her. They ran through the blood vessels, biting violently, causing itching, discomfort, and sometimes very painful.

The footsteps staggered, the speed suddenly decreased, Amada getting weaker and weaker. Soon the man behind him caught up with Amada.

"Let me go." Amada let out a gasp as a man grabbed her limp arm, pulling her hard to force her to turn to face him.

"Don't go in such a hurry, let's have some fun together. We promise to make you happy and happy like a fairy." The lewd voice makes the listeners get goosebumps, disgust, and nausea.

"Stay away from me, you bastards." Amada courses in English, which she hopes these Pakistani-Italians will understand. But no, they were amused by Amada's panicky, fearful reaction.

Amada shivered as a brunette with a larger build reached his rough hand to squeeze her ass. He said in a careless Italian accent mixed with his native accent that he would help Amada find his way home if she let him kiss.

Amada didn't understand Italian but seeing his lewd expression, his lustful eyes made her wary of what was going to happen. This man wanted to sexually harass Amada. Sure enough, Amada swore her guess was correct. Not only this guy but other names too. They are most likely the same pod. Maybe a gang, they informed each other in advance and we're here to block Amada's way. They want her to serve and satisfy their dirty, disgusting needs.

In twenty-three years of her life, Amada never dared to think that one day she would become the victim of gang rape. Thinking about that terrible thing sent chills down her spine.

Amada instinctively pushed his hand away, constantly cursing: "Go away, you bastard. Don't touch me with that filthy hand. You guys better don't touch me."

Although the Amada stretched their necks to curse and insult, they still showed a fearless, guileless expression. They may not be able to understand English, or they may enjoy teasing Amada's mere reaction.

The big man suddenly burst out laughing. Then the others laughed along. Their terrifying reaction caused Amada to panic even more. Their attitude was unmatched, regardless of anything else, even the bitter consequences they would have to endure if they dared to touch Amada today. Rape crimes are not light, but why do they defy everything?

"Cursing and cursing, even shouting for help. You do it to your heart's content, but believe me, no one will be there to help you. You should know where you are."

Amada immediately rolled his eyes and looked around. Indeed, this place was hidden, almost a road where no one passed. She gulped in horror as she realized the tragedy was about to fall upon her. Everything is falling into a deadlock, hazy, and no way out. Amada's thoughts were interrupted when the large man approached her. Amada let out a startled scream as the man touched the sweaty cheek of her hand.

"Let me go, anyone? Help me!" Amada shouts, she knows she needs to get out of this situation. Really bad things will happen if she falls into the wrong hands.

Amada's panic history becomes the center of the laughter of the gangsters. Oh come on, the prey is so cute, it's so cute.

"Beg the one to let me go, you can take the money." Amada quickly turned to compromise with them: "I have a lot of money in my pocket, take it all, just let me go."

She expressed her desire to be free by handing her bag to the big man. The one who was staring at her with lewd eyes seemed to want to strip off her clothes, leaving her naked.

Nothing changed even though Amada was very sincere, she fell into despair more and more as they just remained silent, not paying attention to the bag in Amada's hand.

Is it really over?