All Chapters of The Mafia's Redemption : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MarcoIt's not the most elegant of hospitals but that was the nearest place away from danger and Sarah needs urgent medical attention. “We really should be finding our way out of this place before they trace us down here,” Betty insists frantically, while I await, at least, a word from one of these nurses parading the lobby. “We are not having this conversation again. I already told you. We leave only when she is fine. Like I said, you don't have to stay. Hit the road already.” I resume my attention more on the ward door, wanting them so desperately to swing open with a glimmer of good news.“Wait what? You really think I came this far only to just let her go? And to who? To some random stranger who nearly got us killed back there. I mean what were you even thinking jumping out of the car like that—”The doctor walks out of the ward. I rush towards him, leaving Betty behind.“Which one of you is related to Miss. Mayhill?” the doctor questions.“i am–”“I am–”We both respond, leaving

Marco“Depends on what you mean by that, Marco. You never asked, remember?” Betty replies as I rush to meet Sarah, who, for one, has a vague expression on, staring weakly at us.“Get away from her,” Betty threatens, rushing into the clothes by the chair and leading Sarah out.“You know how worried I was that I lost her and yet you took advantage of the situation by forcing me to have—”“You think I was just going to stand back and watch your plan ruin everything I’ve been working for? Please snap out of that and be thankful. I had to take her out of the hospital while you busied yourself with disguising as a doctor for an escape. So pathetic.”I fall silent, watching Betty tuck Sarah back into bed in a small room opposite us. I don’t know how to feel. I really believed I lost her. But there’s something about this new Sarah. She doesn’t seem to recognize anyone. Especially me.“We’re taking you home, Maria. You’ll get enough rest now,” Betty tries to calm her down but Sarah continues to

Sarah Captivity and addiction, were the only things i fought with. Now a new baggage has been added to the number. Memory loss. For more than two months, living has been a daily torture, passed around different Mafia lord like flying baseball and an aggressive glove engulfing me at every throw. It’s hard enough that my drug addiction cannot be satisfied, my new captor doesn’t seem to be any different from the rest. So much for his unnecessary handsome features. He sure doesn't have any intentions of protecting me. Here i am, stuck to yet another bed in cuffs. On the bright side, unlike the others, clothes are allowed. With a throbbing head that refused to cease since my discharge from the hospital, I swing down a side of my body towards the edge of the bed to reach for a glass of water. I'll do anything to get a relief. Someone had broken into my room earlier. It doesn't help that my memory fails yet again. He claimed we were friends from the past, but I've no hint of familiarity t

MarcoWith one arm pressed tightly against my bleeding wound, I clench my teeth in pain, firing two precise shots at the speeding motorcycle approaching me. The third shot finds its mark, sending the bike crashing to the ground and its helmeted rider sprawling. The bike chimes aggressively as the wheels roll in the air. I quickly duck behind my car, narrowly avoiding a hail of bullets aimed my way as I fire another shot. Amidst the chaos, a desperate plea reaches my ears, “How much were you paid? I'll give you triple, just let me go.”I hesitate, my heart pounding. I'm not sure of the identity of my victim. I cautiously approach the fallen rider, nudging aside the discarded weapon with my foot. Standing over the quivering body, I keep my gun aimed steadily at him. The man beneath me looks like he's been sufficiently neutralized by the gunshot wounds.“How much can you afford?” I inquire, a cruel glint in my eyes. I tug at the victim's leg, causing fresh crimson to spurt from the w

SarahI drive down to the bar. My memory seems to be coming back gradually. As late as it is, I see people flocking in and out of the bar while I pull over abruptly, knocking down a trash bin. Turning off the car engine, I step out, with Marco’s phone in my hand hoping to find Betty before I’m tempted to call. She seems to be the second person I can trust. Or at least that knows me enough. I’m desperately in need of some clarity.The condition of my memory makes it difficult to think of the right decision. It feels strange to be among people, as I manipulate my way through the clumsy crowd, the stench of pipe and whiskey fills the entrance as I walk into the bar, my arms wrapped around my body. Everyone is too busy to notice me but I feel so exposed after weeks of being in confinement.“There you are. You aren’t a bad driver after all,” I hear a voice call out, startling me as I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning around I find Betty, with a wide smile. She seems taller than the l