บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Hitman's Captive: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Orlando tapped his feet rhythmically against the marble floors. “The Doc is dead,” he announced in a flat tone. The words hung in the air as his eyes moved from one face to another. There was no distinct expression on their faces that he could pick up on. Silence filled the room for a moment until Colombano broke it.“Have you at least recovered the briefcase?”At first, when he had met them, he had been taken aback by their lack of sympathy, but not anymore. He was used to it.“Sadly, no, Colombano…” Romano answered. “I fear my briefcase is still out somewhere in the world, or worse, in the hands of some lowlife thief.” The distaste was clear in his voice.“How are we to recover it?” Luca questioned. “Do we know Doc’s last location?”“I am on it.”“It is taking longer than expected,” Luca’s tone was curt.Orlando’s piercing gaze was met with the same from Luca.Romano looked between the both of them. “Finding the briefcase is primary, see to it that it is done…”“Or we put an end to t

(FLashback Scene Continues...)“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I did not kill anybody…”Orlando hated this dance; he wanted to be done with it as quickly as possible, “I took your phone at the bar. I could have killed you then if I wanted and gotten all the information I needed somehow, yet I spared you…” He dipped his hands into his pocket and brought out a transparent ziplock bag.Evan’s eyes widened in recognition.“I got this from your dealer,” Orlando continued. “You moved houses a lot, so it was somewhat hard to find you, but it turns out you’re best buddies with your dealer, so he was more than happy to lead me to your house for an extra wad of cash… fool,” he shook his head. He stood to his feet. “So, this is what is going to happen: I am going to load you with a ton of drugs, little by little, by the way…” He leaned forward and whispered. “All of the good, bad, and ugly stuff.” He stood erect again and began pacing. “Now, I don’t know for sure, but it is going to do r

Elena knocked on the door. She kept peering behind her, unable to ignore the irrational fear that Orlando would show up behind her and whisk her away again. The fear wasn't irrational; he had done it before, so what was stopping him this time? The door opened, and Imani's head popped out, her eyes widening like saucers as soon as she saw Elena."Okay, I want to be pissed and cuss you for abandoning me, but you look really tired and scared, and..." her high-pitched tone decreased with every word she said. "Are those tears?" She asked, with concern etched on her features. "Honey..."Elena was tongue-tied, feeling the bile rise in her throat. When she ran away from Orlando's house, the first place she thought to go was home, but she knew it would be the first place he would look, so she opted for Imani's house. On her way there, she had crafted a nice explanation of everything that had gone down and what needed to be done, but as soon as she laid eyes on Imani, the look of concern on her

The cop stared at the two jittery women sitting across from him. One of them had just given her statement and was filing paperwork. It was the early hours of the morning, so the station was almost cleared out.It wouldn’t be the first time someone would come to the station with a story or a report about the mafia. He had suggested that they keep their dealings under wraps as best as they possibly could. He was quite infuriated that he had to handle yet another of their matters, this time an escaped captive who knew so much about them, including their names. Normally, he would have picked up his phone and begun mouthing off to the guy he usually spoke to in the family, but this matter concerned Orlando, and he knew better than to lose his temper.The mafia already had the police in their palm long before he joined the police force or rose to his rank, but Orlando made certain the police allegiance to the family was sealed. He dug up dirt on whoever had dirt, danglin

As soon as they arrived at the house, Orlando was the first to get out of the car. He opened her door and waited for her to exit. He slammed the doors as soon as she did and then dragged her towards the house. Sebastian tried to intervene, but Orlando moved on as if he did not hear a thing.She was quite taken aback by him. She had noticed the frown on his face, but she had brushed it off as nothing. His voice when he talked to them earlier was much calmer. He unlocked the doors and pulled her in. Then he detached from her and began pacing. She stood still, terrified that if she made any move, he would lose the last restraint he was holding on to.“He asked me, you know…” he began mumbling, loud enough for her to hear. “Why are you doing this? And I did not have a good enough answer then, and even now…” then he paused in his tracks, his eyes bore into hers until she looked away. “Why am I helping you?” He took a few steps forward.She retreated."