《Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ It's been more than one month in this hell hole. I haven't seen sunlight, I haven't breathed in fresh air. This is the worse kind of isolation I ever had to endure. Every time I feel like I'm finally gonna be free, I end up in a way worse confinement. I heaved a sigh and played around with the scrambled eggs on my plate. We have limited electricity down here, we have an oven, a microwave, and a refrigerator that we can use in the kitchen. In the storage room, the clean drinking water bottles, boxed ready-to-make meals, cereals, beans, and so many more things were available but I didn't feel like eating anything. I'm so sick of everything. I glanced at Leo, who was silently eating his food. Without even looking at me, he said, "Eat, Evie, you need food to survive." I blew out a breath, "What am I even surviving for? More confinement and isolation? Even if the people—who you refuse to name—will be here and take us out of here, what then? It's not like I can l

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I embraced the challenge and trained day and night, battling tough opponents twice my size. No matter the odds, I pushed myself to no end. I sparred with opponents bigger and stronger than me, and though I endured a few defeats, I also savored some hard-won victories. Here, away from the rest of the world, I embraced complete autonomy. I was liberated to unleash my potential. No one hindering me. No one belittling me. Nobody could dictate how far I could go, nobody could dim my confidence, and nobody could make me succumb to doubt. I felt liberated. No dissuasion. No shackles. When I first started I didn't even know what I was doing but I always ended up surprising my own self. I was shocked to discover how much I had in common with him. Although I had initially thought our personalities were quite distinct, I eventually realized that a dark part of me lurked beneath the surface. I discerned that I was just as convoluted inside. There was a certain darknes

•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ I stared at the box placed in front of my door. A plain black box with a pink ribbon tied to it neatly, like a birthday present. I could imagine it was the return gift for the package I sent over Moretti's territory. Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, "Do you want me to open it?" "It could be a bomb that can detonate the second we'll open it," Scott voiced, lightly kicking the box. "I don't think so," Marco added. "Lorenzo, open it," I ordered. Lorenzo dropped to his haunches and pulled the pink ribbon off the box, he took off the lid and we saw another box inside it. This one was wrapped up quite badly and it was enclosed in plastic wrap. Lorenzo pulled a cutter out of his pocket and stabbed the plastic wrap, cutting it, and making blood spill out of it. The stench of rotten blood hit my nose, Lorenzo pulled the plastic off, and a decapitated head dropped out of it. It wasn't any decapitated head, it was the severed head of my informant from Sicily. "Jesus fucki

•Evangeline• ╌─═❁═─╌ I seethed as I flung open the car door, storming out with a such force that the door slammed shut behind me. The men immediately noticed my rage and tensed, readying themselves for a fight. I was pissed off! I could hear Enzo calling me from behind but Dante—his own brother—pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him back, "What did you do?" he turned to me, "Boss, what did he do?" I glared at Enzo and then shook my head, "It's alright, Dante, let him go" Dante stepped out of his way and Enzo followed me into the building. I stepped into a different elevator to get to my floor, I really didn't want to be in such a small space with him right now because I might commit murder. With a ding, the elevator doors slid open and I walked to my penthouse suite. I swiped the key; entered my apartment and I was about to close the door, Enzo stuck his foot between the door. I glared at his foot and raised an eyebrow, "What?" "I was worried." I pursed my lips as irri

•Nikolai• ╌═❁═╌ I felt a searing, intense pain engulf my entire arm. Could it be? Did she actually shoot me? I don't know if I was in shock, or incredibly pissed off or I wanted to murder her or fuck her hard till she passes the fuck out. Maybe all the options above together. I recoiled my hand from where Evangeline had shot me, layering my skin with a thick pool of blood. I couldn't believe the fact that she had actually shot me. And I just couldn't bring myself to retaliate. I don't think I have it in me to even point my gun at her... I looked at the blood on my hand again and then back at her, sitting on the bed, holding my gun lazily as if it was normal for her to handle guns. She stood up and all I could do was fucking stare at her. She stepped closer and tucked my gun back into the holster. "Here, let me help you with that before you bleed all over my carpet," she said before moving out of the room and I followed her. "Where the fuck did you go?" I asked. She loo