THE MAFIA KING'S TRAP. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

BREA POV The sole of the red shoes she wore glinted in the sun before it smashed against the side of my face. A strangled cry escaped my lips, the throbbing pain fading into a burn as their laughs crackled around me. It was supposed to hurt worse, but they'd already hit me in the face so many times that my face felt numb. "She's such a weakling. Look at her lying there all pathetic" The girl that stomped on me got out and spat on my face while the two boys and the girl to her right giggled."There's nothing she can do though. Worthless piece of garbage" the boy snarled and I winced, letting out a sharp hiss when his hand twisted in my air. My whole body ached as he forced me to gaze into his eyes."You should be kissing the very ground that I'm walking on Brea Larson. What, you think you're all that because you come from an elite family? Newsflash, doll face! Your family is nothing! Do you hear me? Without the money my father invested in your stupid family business, you'd have been

BREA POVFOUR YEARS LATER."Why are you just sitting here looking like the loneliest block on planet Earth?" Candice screamed in my ear as the loud music thrummed through the room, but I was too buzzed out to make out the words she was saying.Even her features were distorted. Just how many glasses was it that I'd spent my night drowning?"Hey, you're zoning out. Are you sure you're well? Do I need to get Brian," she screamed, and I blinked the dizziness away, groaning in irritation. If she kept screaming in my ear, she was going to be blamed for the outcome. My hands twitched, itching to pull out the little dagger I kept stocked away in my boot."Get out of my face," I managed to get out of my burnt-out lungs. At least now I knew drowning shots of vodka was not my strong suit. I was definitely not a heavy drinker, no matter how I wished I was.Not being able to do something made me feel as if I lacked in a way, and that was why I overcompensated in other areas.Candice shrugged and l

NICOLAI POVThe scream of the man on the torture table wasn't loud enough. He'd lost a lot of blood and his voice, and that was disappointing.I pulled out my dagger from his thighs and he groaned, blood spilling from his lips as he coughed in pain.At least his tortured face wasn't a disappointment. He looked like he was ready to give up, but I wasn't done.The door opened, and my brother walked in, his eyes widened as he took in my handiwork. I loved the reaction because it meant I did a good job."That has got to hurt" Lucas grimaced and I smirked."I was trying to draw a dragon, but he ruined it by squirming around like a little bitch," I said pointing to the craving on his skin, blood sipping out of every cut and incision. "He wouldn't stay still, so now I have to start all over, on a neat canvas. His back is still untouched so that's next." I grinned, and the man's eyes widened as he imagined it, which was exactly what I wanted him to do. "As long as it puts you in a good mood,

BREA POVThe night was utter chaos. Candice had tried to run, and she'd grabbed Brian's hand at the last minute, but a shot in their direction had rendered them immobile till three of the men holding guns rounded us up. They shoved at us, rough-handling anyone that tried to resist as they pushed us toward their boss. Ana's pale face told me she was on the verge of fainting but Ryder was still holding her hand, so I guess she had someone to lean on. I was all on my own. My hackles rose as the guy behind me shoved me harder, his gun digging into my back, the threat that it could go off at any minute making me tremble. I shouldn't be afraid, I told myself as we're all shoved to our knees. The real person to fear was the man we were kneeling in front of. I'd seen the crazed look in his eyes on most of the worst inmates at the asylum... Those that had always tried to hurt me. He was no different, I could tell just from the first glance. He would hurt me if he got the chance, so maybe a b

BREA POV The sound of dirt bikes roaring in the distance made my heart squeeze. I should’ve guessed. They wouldn’t run after us like a typical chase. Why would they waste their energy hunting in the wrong direction? Or on foot. The boss had looked smarter than that.I skidded to a stop, my mouth dry and my chest heaving. I wanted to give up. Could I really outrun a bike while running on foot? I highly doubted it.What do I do? What do I fucking do! I panicked, my mind getting frantic as different thoughts filtered through my head. He was going to kill me if he caught up with me, there was no doubt about it.My neck craned as I peered up the length of a knobby-looking tree. The branches were symmetrically placed, the leaves not exactly thick but its trunk looked strong enough to hold my weight and the leaves were enough to keep me out of his sight. I hoped no maggots or snakes were teaming under the branches tho, but I didn't care. I just needed to live through the night. I’d never