All Chapters of Taming Mr.Mafia King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

"Track my wife before I blow out your heads fuckers."Vincenzo yelled at his men in the digital room. Ever since he heard his wife was kidnapped, he was out of control, and it's been twelve hours since she went missing. He was still recovering from his mother's last footage when his wife went missing. All in one moment. He still tried to mask his emotions.The digital was a mess in itself as Vincenzo unleashed his anger on those non-living things. He was so close to shooting one of his men who tried to piss him off."Play the last footage of Elena."He ordered before focusing on the screen when Elena came into view. He saw her tear-drenched face, making him clench his jaw as she left their bedroom and descended the stairs, nearly bumping with one of his men.They communicated before he led her out of the mansion, making Vincenzo's blood boil."Who the hell let her out of my fucking mansion?"His men gulped in fear, sensing the ragging anger lurking in their boss's threatening voice."

Elena's POV'I felt every fiber in my body paining as hell and I don't know why that is. It's been a few minutes since I woke up and found myself on the hospital bed.The fruits were placed beside me on the table. I was surprised when the doctor said I was admitted yesterday and woke up today. When I asked her why it was? In response, she said, I was drugged, so it was probably of that.I didn't dare to ask from her more. I was still traumatized from the event where I was tied to a chair inside a nasty basement with no way out, not to mention the old psycho. I didn't expect Devis to be evil, but to forget that I always got bad vibes from him since the beginning.Watching the emotionless look in his eyes when he tortured Devis was too much for me to handle. I just couldn't. That day I watched the real him.....Him turning into a monster like I called him that day. He proved me right. Now I couldn't look him in the eyes. I was starting feel for him before he made me numb with his past.W

A little girl was running.Not too long ago, I watched them promising each other to meet again.The sound of laughter echoed through the woods—high-pitched, distant, and wrong. Not the laughter of joy, but something older, something buried in the cracks between childhood and grief. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel them. The little girl and the boy.“Come find me!” the girl’s voice called, sing-song and airy.The trees twisted around her, tall and shadowed, the moonlight slicing through their branches like blades. My feet crunched over dead leaves, my breath ragged. I didn’t know why I was chasing them—only that I had to.Then I saw them.Two children, no older than six or seven. The girl wore a white dress smeared with earth. The boy’s hands were clasped over his eyes, counting, forehead pressed onto a tree trunk. The girl giggled and ran, vanishing into the woods.“One... two... three...”His voice was hollow.I tried to call out, but no sound came. My feet felt rooted. A cold w