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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Autor: Georgiana
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-10-01 23:20:34

Lena

“Lena!”

My mother's scream tore through the darkness.

I didn't think.

I ran.

“Mom!”

Damien was immediately beside me.

“Wait!”

But I couldn't.

For nineteen years, I'd believed my mother was dead.

Then I'd believed she was alive.

Then I'd been told she'd been taken.

Now I was being told the woman upstairs wasn't even my mother.

And somewhere behind this door, someone was screaming my name.

I couldn't stop.

The corridor beyond the sixth door was narrow.

The walls were made of black stone.

The
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  • The Mobster's Witness   Chapter Forty

    LenaThe darkness swallowed everything.Damien's hand was the only thing I could feel.His fingers locked around mine, warm and desperate, as the ground trembled beneath our feet. Somewhere in the distance, the guardian roared again, and the sound traveled through the mansion like thunder trapped inside the walls.But the voice in my mind remained calm.Patient.Almost loving.Come home, Lena.I squeezed Damien's hand."Did you hear that?""Hear what?"I turned toward him, but I could barely see his face."The voice."His thumb moved over my knuckles."What did it say?"My throat tightened."It called itself my first mother."For a moment, Damien didn't answer.Then he pulled me closer."Whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone."I wanted to believe him.God, I wanted to believe him.But something about that voice had reached a place inside me that Damien couldn't touch. It felt older than my memories, older than the mansion, older than the secrets my family had spent generatio

  • The Mobster's Witness   Chapter Thirty-Nine

    LenaThe darkness didn't disappear.It changed.One moment, I was standing beside Damien in the corridor beyond the sixth door, Elena's voice still echoing behind us.The next, the darkness around us seemed to breathe.Not metaphorically.It actually breathed.The walls expanded.Contracted.Expanded again.A deep vibration moved beneath my feet, so low that I felt it in my bones before I heard it.Damien's hand found mine immediately.His fingers closed around mine.Warm.Solid.Real."Stay close," he whispered.I almost laughed."Do you really think I was planning on wandering off?"His mouth curved slightly."With everything we've discovered about you, I'm not taking any chances."Despite everything, the tiny smile made something inside my chest loosen.Then the floor trembled.The smile vanished.A crack appeared beneath our feet.I froze."D amien.""I see it."The crack spread.Black light poured through it.Not darkness.Light.A strange, silver-black glow that looked almost li

  • The Mobster's Witness   Chapter Thirty-Eight

    Lena“Lena!”My mother's scream tore through the darkness.I didn't think.I ran.“Mom!”Damien was immediately beside me.“Wait!”But I couldn't.For nineteen years, I'd believed my mother was dead.Then I'd believed she was alive.Then I'd been told she'd been taken.Now I was being told the woman upstairs wasn't even my mother.And somewhere behind this door, someone was screaming my name.I couldn't stop.The corridor beyond the sixth door was narrow.The walls were made of black stone.There were no lights.Only small silver symbols glowing beneath our feet.Every few steps, one illuminated.The first showed the symbol of the heir.The second showed the protector.The third—was a mother holding a child.I stopped.My fingers trembled.Damien caught up with me.“Are you okay?”I touched the symbol.A memory exploded inside my mind.My mother holding me as a baby.Her voice.Her heartbeat.Her tears.I'll always find you.I gasped.Damien caught me before I fell.“What did you see

  • The Mobster's Witness   Chapter Thirty-Seven

    LenaThe baby cried again.A small, frightened sound.Yet somehow it filled the entire underground chamber.I stood frozen.My hand was still against the fifth door.Damien stood beside me, his palm pressed against the symbol next to mine.Neither of us moved.The cry came again.My heart twisted.I knew that sound.Not because I remembered being a baby.That was impossible.I knew it because something inside me recognized it.Me.I was the baby.The realization made my stomach turn.Damien looked at me.“Lena?”I couldn't answer.I stared through the open doorway.Beyond it was a small room.Unlike the rest of the underground complex, this room wasn't cold or industrial.There were shelves.A wooden crib.A rocking chair.Photographs.Old books.And on the far wall was a large portrait of a woman holding a newborn baby.My mother.I stepped inside.Damien followed immediately.“Careful.”I nodded.My eyes moved toward the crib.It was empty.But beside it sat a small silver bracelet.

  • The Mobster's Witness   Chapter Thirty-Six

    Lena“THE HEIR HAS RETURNED.”The voice rolled through the underground chamber.It wasn't loud.It didn't need to be.The words seemed to come from everywhere.From the walls.From the floor.From the darkness beneath us.I couldn't breathe.Damien's arm tightened around my waist.“Don't look down.”Naturally, I looked down.Two enormous eyes stared back at me from the darkness.They weren't human.They weren't completely animal either.They glowed with a pale, unnatural light.Then something moved.The floor trembled.My grandfather took a step backward.“No.”The founder turned toward him.“You remember.”My grandfather shook his head.“It was destroyed.”“No.”The founder's expression was grim.“It was buried.”Antonio stepped closer.“What is it?”The founder looked at him.“The first guardian.”My mother whispered:“That's impossible.”“You've spent nineteen years believing many impossible things.”The founder looked toward me.“This is the oldest one.”A deep growl echoed beneat

  • The Mobster's Witness   Chapter Thirty-Five

    Lena “Hello, Damien.” The words left my mouth. But they weren't mine. I knew that immediately. I felt my lips move. I heard my own voice. Yet the tone was wrong. Too calm. Too cold. Too familiar. Damien stared at me. His face had lost every trace of color. “Lena?” I wanted to answer him. I tried. Nothing happened. My body wouldn't move. My throat wouldn't obey me. My mind screamed his name, but my mouth remained perfectly still. Then I heard the founder's voice inside my head. Do you remember me now? I squeezed my eyes shut. Get out. A quiet laugh answered me. You still don't understand what I gave you. I opened my eyes. Damien was still standing in front of me. His gun was lowered. He wasn't looking at the founder. He was looking at me. “Lena,” he whispered. I tried again. “Damien…” This time, my own voice came out. Weak. Terrified. His eyes immediately changed. “You're there.” I nodded. The founder smiled. “Of course she's there.” Damien lo

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