Todos os capítulos de Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Lost in the haze of my sweet, deadly nightmare, I didn't realize when sleep claimed me until a sudden jolt pulls me back to reality."What?" I snap, groggy and disoriented, as I rub my eyes, squinting at the two hulking guards who barely fit in the cramped room."The boss demands your presence," one of them speaks, his voice cold and mechanical.I glance at my side. Lucy, oblivious to the world, is sprawled out like a snoring pig, her mouth agape and limbs splayed awkwardly. I turn back to the guards, who are already growing impatient."Like this?" I ask with a shrug, gesturing at my disheveled state-a blood-stained pink bra and black jeans, nothing more.One of the guards huffs in annoyance and tosses a black shirt at my face. Thankfully, it smells clean, though it's three sizes too big. I'm not complaining. At least they give me something to wear.I quickly slip it on, then limp after the guards, wincing as I clutch my bandaged arm. It feels as if the weight of the world has crushed

IVAN"You're really letting that witch stay in this house? I can't fucking believe it," Andrey snaps, his voice thick with disbelief. "She'll kill us all, one by one," he continues, his voice trembling with barely contained rage.I can see the concern and fury in his eyes, the kind that seeps in when you realize you're dealing with someone beyond your control. But I’m not interested in his cowardice.That little Daniels slaughtered five of my men, she kidnapped Landon, put one of the warehouse guards in a coma, and damn, she contused Maxim’s cock.Damien, my right hand, leans back in his chair, unimpressed. "Shame on you, Andrey," he sneers. "You sound like a fucking pussy. That bitch would be dead before she even gets close to us."Maxim, still nursing his bruised cock, sniffs pitifully. "She killed my cock. It's not standing anymore." he mutters, the words barely escaping his lips."RIP, Maxim’s cock," Boris quips with a hollow laugh, his expression somewhere between humor and amu

Lilah's POV: The guard returns a few minutes later, flinging the door open. "The boss doesn't want to talk to you," he declares flatly, then turns and walks away. Lucy and I exchange shocked looks, but a surge of rage rises inside me. "You see? They're going to leave us here until we die. Oh my god, I can't breathe in this room," Lucy whimpers, her voice trembling. "I told you, we're leaving. And I mean it. If we can't get out of this cell, we'll never escape," I snap, frustration seeping into my voice. I stride toward the door and knock sharply. The guard storms back, face twisted in anger as he swings it open again. "What the hell is your problem, bitch?" he growls. What is it with everyone calling me that? I glance past him and notice the other guard isn’t there. This is my chance. Without hesitation, I drive my fist into his face. Pain shoots through my hand; his skin is like iron. But the blow makes him stumble back, furious. He lurches forward, ready to hit m

♪♪ Rude Boy- Rihanna (Slowed+Reverb)Lilah's POV:I push open the door to Mia’s room, and both Lucy and I pause at the entrance, staring in silent awe. The space screams luxury—everything from the high ceilings to the velvet curtains and gold accents is drowning in wealth. The scent of expensive perfume hangs in the air, and it’s easy to imagine Mia parading around here, thinking she’s a queen.Lucy lets out a low whistle. “Damn. This is what a bitch’s lair looks like, huh?” She steps further in, running her hand over the silk bedspread. “Feels like a goddamn dream.”I smirk, already making my way to the walk-in closet. “Let’s see what else the queen has stashed away.”Inside, it’s an ocean of designer labels— clothes I’d only seen in fashion magazines, their price tags higher than most people’s property. My fingers graze over the fabric of a blood-red gown, the smooth material cool under my touch. It's untouched, unused and the tags are still on it. Lucy joins me, eyes wide. “Holy s

♪♪ Dark Horse - Katy Perry (slowed+reverb)Lilah's POV :When the clock finally strikes midnight, Lucy and I slip away, moving silently through the corridors like shadows, making sure no one sees us. The mansion is eerily quiet, the air thick with tension, but we’re not about to back down now. Lucy, ever the tech genius, has gathered all the information we need from Maria, and after days of planning, we’re finally putting it all into action. Tonight, we're escaping this hell.We descend into the basement, our footsteps barely making a sound on the cold stone floor. Ahead of us, two hulking guards stand like statues in front of the control room—menacing and immovable. Fighting them is out of the question. We’re no match for their size and strength. But we aren’t going to fight.“My dear Maxwell, it's your turn now,” I whisper to Lucy, whose lips curl into a devilish smirk.She moves stealthily, slipping past the guards undetected, using the shadows to her advantage. I hold my breath as