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BURNING TO THE GROUND
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STUCK WITH THE MAFIA TWINS BURNING TO THE GROUND
Chelsea’s POV “Boss… we were rushing her into the ER now. The hospital’s in sight.” The voice faltered. Just slightly. Enough to make my chest tighten. “What happened?” I could hear Ricci yell through the phone. “There was a lot of blood. She was unstable. The twins—” The rest blurred. The ceiling lights streaked above me as they pushed the gurney faster, hands pressing down on my side, voices overlapping, numbers being counted that didn’t mean anything to me. My body felt distant, like it had already started letting go. My babies are gone? Again? I tried to speak. Tried to ask them to repeat it. To tell me they were wrong. That they hadn’t checked properly. My lips moved, but no sound came out. My throat burned. Anger and resentment filled me instantly. Why do they want me dead? Aria’s voice flickered through my mind. The warning look I’d ignored. The way she’d hesitated before letting me walk away. That bitch. Does she know about this too? I just wanted
STUCK WITH THE MAFIA TWINS INTO THE ER AGAIN
Chelsea’s POV I bought a cigar from a road side seller and lit it, huffing and puffing, dragging the smoke into my lungs with all my energy. I need to get high and lose myself for a minute. I need to forget self control. I need to feel like my old self again and the thumping sound of a club a few minutes away nicks at my cravings. I doubled my pace, excited for tonight. The club pulsed with bass-heavy music, lights slicing across the smoke like daggers. I let myself move, just for a moment, letting the rhythm take over. For a few minutes, the world outside—the fire, Nathara, the headlines, Ricci gone, Aria gone—didn’t exist. I swayed my hips to a stranger’s smile, took a sip of my drink, and felt the weight in my chest lift just enough to breathe. It was almost enough. Almost. I laughed, leaning on the stranger’s shoulder, letting my hair fall free, letting the alcohol blur the edges of fear and grief. The night was mine, and I could almost pretend I was free. Nob
STUCK WITH THE MAFIA TWINS SCENTS TOO FAMILIAR
“What the fuck are you doing here, Aria?” My voice trailed off as my mind wandered to that night in Chicago when I narrowly escaped the police. “Damn. You aren’t even trying to hide your hate for me anymore, are you?” She chuckled, moving with a sluggish precision that pissed me off. “What is there to hide? Unlike you fucking coward, I hate with my full chest! I don’t run away with millions of dollars after selling my best friend to the devil. I hate to my full potential. I hate with everything I have.” I attacked immediately. “Chelsea, you are dragging it at this point. You are so pathetic still holding on to this narrative knowing damn well that you’re wrong.” She squinted, staring right into my soul. “What are you even saying? What narrative? Who’s wrong? You think you can just waltz in here after everything?” I spat, fists clenched. Her lips twisted, half-smile, half-grimace. “I didn’t have a choice, Chelsea. You think I wanted this? You think I
STUCK WITH THE MAFIA TWINS BREATHING FIRE
The manor was too quiet. Too still. The kind of stillness that meant grief was walking toward us with a grin. I paced in the room, arms folded over my stomach, waiting for Ricci, waiting for answers, waiting for whatever nightmare was supposed to happen next. But no one prepared me for the sound of heavy stomping through the front doors. Nathara. Her wrists were still dusted with the red marks of handcuffs, her lipstick smudged, hair wild, eyes burning the way a hurricane burns before it eats a coastline. A police van’s distant siren faded outside. The guards who escorted her in looked like men who’d seen the devil and lost. Blake rushed down the stairs, panting. “Babe,” Blake called out, walking towards her. “I’m so sorry. I had to call a million people, these new-“ “Shut it, Blake.” Nathara cut through, pissed off as she approached the stairs leading to the other private rooms in the house. “Let’s go to our bedroom so you can sit down and-“ “I SAID SHUT
STUCK WITH THE MAFIA TWINS LEAN IN
“You are all excused, I need to make a call.” Nathara breathed, gesturing lazily to the door. The room emptied fast, leaving me to be the last person to leave. What kind of insane circus am I living in? I glued myself to the walls along the corridor watching the world go by in absolute silence; reflecting on everything and realizing nothing. I watched Ricci’s shadow pace about before finally walking out of the room and leaving the manor with his men. Whatever game Nathara has up cannot be that good and I’ll be here to watch it crash. “Chelsea,” Kyle called, walking up the stairs, heavy eyes like a storm about to ravage the earth. “What’s going on?” I coughed, clearing my throat for the conversation. “I think we might have some time on our hands to figure out where the fuck Jonathan’s at with those papers.” He whispered, genuinely breaking his neck to make sure we’re in the clear. “What are you talking about?” I frowned, trying to get excited but failing. “It’s not q
STUCK WITH THE MAFIA TWINS MUSIC TO MY EARS
“The Rutherfords’ Oil documents?” My thoughts ran wild. Is this what Jonathan had planned? Why am I separate from this plan? “Were you deaf the first time?” Nathara scowled at me, then paused as though she just remembered something. “Everyone out, I need to speak with Ricci alone.” Without a second to spare, everyone cleared out. I kept dialing Jonathan and Moretti but no one picked up. This is so fucked up. “Chelsea,” Blake called me from a distance, making me realize that Nathara did in fact send him out too. Poor Blake; also his wife’s puppet. “What?” I frowned, not ready for a single word he has to say. “Why are you being harsh? I have something important to say.” He snorted, closing in on the distance between us. “Well?” I dragged, waiting on him. “Where is Matteo?” He asked, lowering his voice. “Why the hell should I know where your son is, Blake?” I squinted, waiting for him to realize how stupid he sounds. “This isn’t about… hold on. Please, where is
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