All Chapters of The Mafia's Redemption : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah I rush back in, my heart racing ceaselessly, as I take off my jacket. I slide gradually to the floor as the bleeding increases. The jacket I used to cover up my injury is stained. Thankfully, Marco didn't notice. A sharp pain shoots through my side, reminding me of the danger I only sparsely escaped. Was it a stray bullet, or a deliberate attempt to take me down? I would never know.I try to catch my breath, my mind racing with questions. Betty's sudden appearance and timely rescue offer some relief, but there's an unsettling feeling at the back of my mind as I notice that the bedroom door wide open. Someone was here or I'm just being paranoid. "Mind telling me who the bloody hell was that and why he came?" Betty questions, towering above me with a sneer. "My personal affairs stays personal. Either you help me stop this bleeding or you leave me the fuck alone," I yell back, taking up a scissors from the first aid kit.Betty scuffs, finally squatting to help me."All I'm doing

SarahI try to lift myself off the floor but my body seems heavier than usual. Those injections must have been hard drugs. From the moment I stepped out of my car to the moment a gun was pointed at me, my heart has been working overtime.I don't know who they are. Although very tipsy, I can still hear their voices flying over my ears.All of my pleas have fallen on deaf ears. After all they got their package. I attempt another cry for mercy,"Please, let me go," propping myself up slightly to meet the gaze of the man standing next to me."Isn't she adorable, Pope?" one of them ask. I recognize the voice. He had tried to force a kiss on me before i lost control of my body to the drugs. Whether he eventually did steal the kiss or got even more, it's hard to tell. Evil monsters with weird names, that's what they are. I cannot but dread what is to become of me if I spend another minute here. The room I was kept in earlier, the harassment from these men. All of it reminds me a lot of Luca

SarahThe burning spotlight and the threatening faces glaring at me only adds to my unease as I stand at the centre, like a trapped prey. The luminescence exaggerating my nakedness with my head drooped. I can't bear to look up. Timid. Scared. Or broken. I can't define what I feel. Several warnings, No, threats have been made if I fail. The only way to escape this is to win the highest bid and hope that whoever buys me is less of a beast compared to the rest of the predators hunting me. If my father were still alive, I'm certain my life can't be as bad as its turning out to be. I could have ignored our differences and requested for his help. But now, I'm all I have. The prices don't stop skyrocketing, and it's seem more like a competition, than a bidding. Just as planned. The speaker blares as the announcer exclaims at every raise. “a thousand dollar,” a thick voice booms from the far end of the room. I'm tempted to look up. For the first time, I hear such a voice commands both respe

Marco"The damned money was supposed to be with me before noon," my voice slices through the salty sea breeze, my hair dancing restlessly across my brow. I command the top deck of the yacht that belongs to Andrey, anger etching deeper lines on my face."I've been occupied, " Andrey retorts casually. "Yeah, right. Occupying yourself with those skinny things. I really thought you had good taste," I sneer, my gaze a venomous arrow aimed at the bikini-clad girls lazing all over my brother. Andrey, ever the charming host, presses his lips to the cheeks of the women flanking him. "Ladies, care to continue our party inside?" he coos. The longer I watch him, the greater my fury.It's only the second day, a mere forty-eight hours, and still no word about Sarah. Sophia hasn't gotten any tangible details and it's all Andrey's fault. "Oh, little brother, you're back sooner than expected. Couldn't manage on your own, eh?""You've forgotten your promise, Andrey. Or should I seek our father's aid

MarcoOver thirteen guests has ordered me for a refill like some cheap waiter and Betty hasn't gotten back to me. The waiters aren't allowed anywhere close to the main banquet. My instincts must be right. Don Joe sure knows how to clear his tracks. I've thought about involving the cops, but that could implicate both Sarah and I. Especially now that Sarah's true identity is oblivious.I drop the serving tray, seeking for every way possible to break the fortress blocking me from my treasure —Sarah. There are lots of guards around and their countenance is nothing close to friendly. They're all armed and would stop at nothing to kill an intruder on sight. Walking cautiously into the main hall, I attempt a wild move, strolling along to the guards. The music blares and the people converged into the heart of the event, making the hallways scanty. “I have a direct order from Don,” I step towards one of guards.“The Don requested you?” the guard questions, scrutinizing me. Other guards turn t