บททั้งหมดของ Consumed by the Mafia: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Lucy POV"Can I have my keys now?"I had spent the whole night avoiding him, but I finally gathered enough nerve to confront Michael. The second his dark blue eyes flicked to mine, my confidence completely disappeared. Why did he have to be so intimidating?"The night isn't over. Cake is about to be served." His voice was dismissive, and posture tense, like he'd rather be anywhere but here.I sighed in frustration just as Marie stepped onto the patio, balancing the enormous rocket-shaped cake. I stepped closer to the crowd, excitement bubbling inside me. Everyone began erupting into song, and I moved closer, smiling at Mikie's wide-eyed amazement.Amy should be here. She would love this.I scanned the yard, singing along with everyone else, but something felt off. My stomach twisted in discomfort. Where was Amy? Movement from the back patio caught my eye. It was Zander shoving his way through the crowd, his face twisted in panic.My brows knitted together. What in the world was he do

Michael POV All my blood rushed to my head, pounding my skull and demanding someone's death. The car ride was a blur of suffocating heat and clattering metal, the trunk a tomb I could barely breathe in. As the minutes dragged on, I listened to the men up front talk about the so-called "fun" they would be having tonight, including the twisted plans they had for the girls they'd taken. Every vile word sent a shiver through me, but it was the sharp intake of breath from the other captive that made my rage boil over. The sound was small, weak, pathetic. I clenched my fists, resisting the brief, irrational urge to silence her myself. It seemed easier than listening to her cry. The voices around me blended together, Irish accents thick with mockery, and Italian tones that made my stomach churn. A few of the voices were even familiar. This wasn't just the Irish attacking Niko. It was a joint effort from the Irish gang that had set up shop here a few years ago, and men from my own blo

Amy POVI woke to a pounding skull, my limbs sluggish, my tongue thick in my mouth. A chemical taste clung to my throat.My eyes blurred in and out of focus, a soft leather beneath me, the scent of wood and whiskey in the air. Memories hit me like a slap to the face. The party. The Irishman. The rag over my mouth.My stomach twisted. I wasn't home. I wasn't safe. Why was I so reckless?"You're awake... finally." Kyle mumbled as he ruffled through papers on a dark oak desk. "How long have I been asleep?" I glanced at the window, the sun hidden in the sky. I needed to get a grip of what was happening. I didn't feel in danger, but I wasn't stupid either. This wasn't my house and I was drugged and dragged away in the middle of the night. Kyle glanced at his watch. "Almost 5 hours."I took a moment to take in my surroundings. Michael always taught me to know all possibilities. My mind tried playing out different scenarios, different approaches and outcomes, but I was too impatient for ga

Lucy POV My stomach twisted the second we pulled up to some building that was barely standing, the streetlights flickering like they were moments from dying, and the eyes. Too many eyes. People on the sidewalk slowed as they passed. Some whispered. Some just stared, their faces unreadable. We didn't belong here. I sucked in a breath. "Michael, this... this doesn't feel safe." He didn't even look at me. "We're fine." "Are we?" My fingers tightened around my dress. "Because everyone out there is staring at us like they want us dead." "That sounds racist," Vinnie chuckled, unbothered. He popped open the door like we were in some friendly neighborhood. I grabbed Michael's wrist before he could move. "Don't. Please. We should go home." Finally, he looked at me. A smirk played on his lips. "Jesus, Lucy. You shake like a leaf every time you step outside your gated life." "This isn't paranoia," I hissed. "It's common sense!" He exhaled, glancing out the window. A few men had stoppe

Amy POVAfter hours of watching the man that lied and kidnapped me, Killian finally moved from his desk to get me a large plate of food. The tension between us was getting to be unbearable, but I found it amusing. I had no idea where I was or what intentions this man had for me, but the mystery and danger spark something inside. "Is there any chance I will be going home anytime soon?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence once I finished my meal. "I haven't decided." Killian suddenly stood and nodded to the door for me to follow."When or if, I will be going home?" I asked coyly."More like where your home will be." His eyes narrowed at me, making me swallow hard. His hand slowly wrapped around my arm as if he was testing my reaction. My tongue licked my lips, eyes watching his thick fingers completely cover my skin. Probably not a good idea to make him think I liked this, but I was always a bit reckless.His lips cracked a sly grin and he moved us out of his office."This is your