บททั้งหมดของ Tangled With The Mafia King: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

CarrieFuck it and fuck him!Who does that man think he is?What gives him the right to give me deadlines to meet? And what on earth does he mean by I should come back to my senses?Was I insane before?You know what? I need to spit some words into that man’s face so that he will know that I am not to be messed with.I rushed out of the space I was in and approached the entrance only for me to rattle the doorknob to no avail.“Hey!” I hit the smoothness of the door. “Open this door! Open this door right now!”My loudness was met with silence and I took a step back to think.If Alessandro continues to insist on locking me up, I have to come up with a plan to leave. But that leaves me with an important question.How will I escape?I have no idea how big the house I am in is. I have no idea what is out there.God… I think I might not even have a chance to escape this prison.That fact triggered me and caused me to rush back to the door. This time, I turned the doorknob with the hope that

AlessandroAs though I had just said something extremely out of place, the woman in front of me froze and refused to give me a response. That was not the reaction I expected.Even though I was going to wait until the end of the twenty-four-hour timer I gave her, I became suspicious of the number of minutes Kante was spending in Miss Edwards’s room. Kante truly has a woman he is currently seeing, but that won’t stop him from hitting on Miss Edwards. Unlike me, he is natural with ladies and doesn’t turn away anyone who catches his attention.That’s why I hurriedly rushed to my late mother’s untouched room and grabbed the ring she passed down to me after she got tired of mourning my father’s demise.“Miss Edwards?” I called the woman who was still mute and wide-eyed. “Say something.”“I…”“If you say no…” My head tilted to the side and I noted how wrinkled the side of her eyes became while she tried to evade my gaze. “... that will be a wrong answer.”“I can’t say no?”“Why would you say

CarrieIt was from me.I farted.But you know what? I am not embarrassed. Even though my eyes are closed right now, I am barely embarrassed.I know the fart was a moment-ruiner. But hear me out… It was for the best. I say so because I finally found that tiny part of me that didn’t want that moment to happen.So, now that I am back to my senses I should gently walk out and pretend nothing happened.“Where are you going?” In conjunction with the sternness in his voice, Alessandro’s hold on my waist refused to budge and I opened my eyes. “We are not done.”“Huh…” He is serious. He is not budging! “It… It might start to smell.”“Who cares?”“Huh?” This man keeps surprising me. I know that farting is a natural phenomenon but it can be annoying when it comes with a smell. And I know for a fact that my gas smells from time to time. My head tilted to the left and with confusion in my voice, I repeated, “It might start to smell.”“It’s just you and me in here.” He quickly licked his lower lip.

CarrieWith haste, while my eyes refused to tear off the dangerous version of Alessandro I was looking at, I began to push the hardness of the wall behind me. I wished for it to hurriedly flip me back to the other side where I can act oblivious to the gruesome thing I was witnessing.But the entrance refused to budge. No matter how much I pushed, not even when I faced the wall and pressed it hard, it refused to budge.Then, I knew I was doomed. And, I became more doomed when I realised that the men had discovered my presence in that hidden room.Slowly, while their angry questions about who I was raided my ears, I turned and faced them. Then my eyes met that of Alessandro Valante who was still majestically seated on the grand chair that placed him on a plane higher than others.With grimness in his eyes, he watched as I silently begged him to help me out of that place. But he ignored the plea. I know for sure that that was what he did because after my lips mouthed the word ‘please’, h

CarrieFor a second, my desperation to reach the bathroom was forgotten and all I did was stare at the man as though he were some alien man who had stumbled upon the house by mistake.Alessandro Valante paid no heed to my unwelcoming expression and began to majestically approach the innards of the room. As his paces led him in, his fingers began to play with the buttons of the shirt that formed around the intricate moulds of his upper body.In reaction, my brows furrowed and my head slanted towards the left while my lips pried apart in further confusion.I soon found my voice and asked, “What are you doing?”“Preparing to take a bath.” His response was so casual, you’d think that he spent the night with me. He was acting as though we were married couples who retired to that small house to get rid of the city and the problems that come with it.“Why would you do that?” My tone was furious and my hands slapped the air in frustration. “Why are you here?”His shirt was almost slipping off