บททั้งหมดของ Stuck Between The Mafia Lord And His Twin: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

LAURA DIEGOIt was still dark out when I sprang my eyes open, my heart thudding wildly in my chest when I realized it was the creaking sound that had woken me so suddenly.“God-fucking-dammit!” I cursed, groaning and pressing the pillow tighter against my ears in a bid to stem the clang of wood knocking together.The sound was coming from the woman in the basement. The quick quack of a chair grinding as I squeezed my eyes shut, gritting my teeth when the noise curled around the foams of my brain and pulsed erratically, drowning out the urgency of my other thoughts.“Useless!” I roared, feeling the red spring into my eyes as I snapped them open as I leaped out of the dingy bed, flinging the spongy duvet to the side to slam the floor-length mirror to the floor with a resounding crash.“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” I screeched until my voice cracked as I slammed the furniture around in the concrete walls of the small cabin shack, panting with my hands on my knees as the redness seeped slo

ALEXANDERI had left the manor in a rush, chasing the coattails of the idea that had dropped into my head suddenly.My wife’s best friend had said she’d gotten the images from the woman, but she’d never said how.I pushed the headlamps of my eyes back into my head, searching, trying to recollect if Kayla Storm had ever stalked around the manor.Nothing. Save for the argument Darlene had with her in the living area.So who had placed the cameras? Fredrick? No. The little mugwort liked to boast, but I doubted he had the iron balls it took to do something like that.Or the malice. My twin brother was a white lamb trying to be a dark horse. It didn't come naturally to him, not as it did to me.My heart raced in my chest when I realized it could have been Mary. It was the only explanation that made any fucking sense.My father had queried the ground men and the maid servants that worked in the manor.Put them in a nice little lime with a nice little Glock pistol cooling on their temples

ALEXANDERThe shifty-eyed chauffeur was the first person I’d seen who seemed to know something about Kayla Storms' disappearance as he fiddled with the worn rim of his uniform hat.“Lorenzo, was it?” I rasped, letting my eyes follow the dull gold of his uniform name tag before I snapped my gaze back up to catch him nodding the blonde of his buzz-cut head disjointedly, still unable to meet my eyes.What the fuck was wrong with New Yorkers? Everyone was losing their fucking dignity! Pissing their pants at every little inconvenience.God-fucking- dammit! I felt my eyes tighten to small green heads as I watched the rakish-looking man adjust his bony ass on the seat for the hundredth time, a spring of rage bubbling inside me.I hated using the ‘Do you know who I am?’ card, but the gaunt driver was not giving me a lot of fucking options!I glanced at my watch with a measure of impatience, realizing I’d been sitting in the same damned booth for over three hours, discussing the freaking New Y

DARLENEThe plastic frame of my cell phone shook in my hands as I held it to my ear, before I snapped my head back to the door to make sure it was still locked. It was.I exhaled, allowing my shoulders to sag a little, but still unable to quench the jagged beating in my chest.Why wasn't Laura answering the phone? It was unlike her, especially when it was me calling. The best friend I knew would jump at the opportunity to come to the McKenzie manor.I was about to unlatch the phone from where my ear had sucked it in, before the dialing tone changed abruptly and I felt my heart leap in my chest.“Laura?” I intoned, sounding every bit as unsure as I felt as I struggled to tramp down on the tears that were leaking into my voice.Why wasn’t she saying anything? I braced my free hand against the cool gold lash of wallpaper as I froze, the noise of the world happening around me dulling until it was only the jagged breathing from the other end that filled my ears.My heart hammered against m

ALEXANDERI fell back against the iron spine of the chair with a rush of an exhale, feeling like a freight train had just run straight through my chest. The chauffeur paused with his arms still on the small coffee table, before leaning back and heaving a small sigh. If I didn’t know any better, I could have sworn the man had aged in the minutes it had taken him to reveal his secret.I glanced around the cafe mechanically, realizing we were the only two people left in the shadowed enclave at the rear booth. The high glass panes to our side were cracked slightly open, allowing the fingers of the cool, evening draft to whip through my hair, stinging my nose with its cold bite.“Are you sure about this Mr. Lorenzo? If what you’re saying is true, it…it’s disastrous for the McKenzies,” I rasped, feeling my voice crack as the dry itch in my throat spiked and I had to pause to gather the moisture back into my mouth.I watched the chauffeur nod, looking around uncomfortably, a thin sheen of s