Todos los capítulos de Torn Between Two Mafia: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Once everyone had settled near the pool outside, the gentlemen lit their cigars and started discussing business matters. The last to step outside was Jenny, with Alexander leading the way. As she entered the outdoor space, she gasped softly in awe; her long crystal earrings sparkled in the moonlight. She had never witnessed anything so breathtaking. The expansive backyard, surrounded by wrought iron fencing, offered a stunning view of a lush green lawn adorned with queen palms, purple creeping phlox, and pink azaleas. Torch-like lights cast an amber glow over the central pool, while a willow tree gracefully draped its long branches nearby. The inviting beach entry beckoned Jenny, and the sound of water cascading gently over a rock wall facade at the edge of the pool added to the enchanting atmosphere. The Boss expressed his gratitude to the servants as they brought out a basket of grapes alongside tall, slender glasses resembling shot glasses, filled with Limoncello—an after-dinner

Returning to the quaint little bar after the incursion in search of refuge and medical aid, members of the Dark Wolves gang had been streaming in and out of both the front and rear entrances all night, creating an atmosphere of chaos. Jenny ran herself ragged, neglecting her appearance as she briskly moved back and forth to tend to the injured. She offered assistance to the doctors, who were desperately in need of more hands, supplies, and everything else. Although Lemuel and a distracted Malia were doing their best to keep up, their lack of advanced medical training left them struggling to match the pace of the already drained doctors. Only a few of the doctors initially summoned had been chosen for situations like this. These selected practitioners had undergone rigorous background checks and trials to test their loyalty and dedication to the Dark Wolves gang. The doctors trusted by Alexander worked tirelessly, addressing injuries that ranged from broken limbs to gunshot wounds.

The woman appraised Jenny from head to toe, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. Jenny swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her intense gaze linger longer than expected. Memories flooded back of how Alexander had wrapped his fingers around her waist, pulling her close, and she suppressed a shudder, careful not to reveal her feelings.Perhaps this woman could sense Jenny's emotions regarding Alexander, which might explain why she was scrutinizing her so closely."Lemuel," she said, never breaking eye contact with Jenny. "Who is this?""Georgina Wilson," he replied, glancing at Jenny for a brief moment. "She reached out to us a few weeks ago, looking for work. Alexander insisted we hire her, but I'm not sure we can trust her, ma'am."A rush of color drained from Jenny's face at Lemuel's words, and she instinctively lowered her gaze, feeling small and chastised. She genuinely wanted to help Alexander, and it was clear that few others were willing or able to. Yet, if Lemuel was wa

Jenny tries to maintain a calm and confident expression, though she feels anything but. The pool of blood surrounding Alexander is so extensive that she fears he may have a serious injury that she's unprepared to deal with. She kneels beside him, her knees slipping into the blood while still wearing her elegant dress, feeling it become looser and dirtier with every moment spent tending to him.As she places her hand on his chest, Alexander's eyes bolt open, and his powerful hand grips her wrist tightly. Nancy and Lemuel watch silently from the doorway, observing as he holds her there. Jenny blinks under his intense gaze, a warm flush rising to her cheeks."What are you doing?" he croaks, struggling to keep his eyes open."I suspect you have a bullet wound," she murmurs, doing her best to ignore the electric sensations coursing through her arm from his touch. "I think it's best if I treat it before you bleed out all over the floor of this beautiful study.""I'll be just fine," he repli

A sharp cry of pain escapes Jenny's lips, but it is the overwhelming fear that grips her most fiercely. If he intended to kill her, surely he would have done it by now—unless he wanted to prolong her suffering. Jenny's mind races as she wonders if the wound is severe enough to be fatal.Blood flows freely, the crimson stream cascading down her neck and starkly contrasting against her pale skin.Jenny's eyes scanned the room, searching for anything that could provide an escape—a knife, a gun, a heavy blunt object. Everything seemed in order. The fresh towels that Lemuel and Nancy had brought were still neatly folded on the sofa nearest the bloodstained rug. The supplies she had taken with her remained close by: the suture kit, tape, and—It suddenly hit her that the surgical steel scissors were missing. She realized they were the very ones that Alexander was currently pressing against her throat.Continuing to restrain Jenny with one arm, Alexander moved from behind her, never releasin