บททั้งหมดของ Mafia’s Property.: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Natalia's POV: PRESENT… His face twisted with guilt as his hands came up, trying to grab me but I jerked backwards, snarling. ‘You didn't think that I deserved to know that my sister was kidnapped?!’ I yelled, harsh breath sawing in and out my lungs as I glared up at him. Something flashed in his eyes but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “How did you know they were kidnapped?” Was he seriously asking me that?! “We got a call,” Alessandro answered instead, his voice hard and Carlo sucked in his breath. “They are asking that you call off the search.” “They called.” In an instant, Carlo's face hardened, turning serious. “Did you get their number? Trace it, perhaps?” “No,” Alessandro replied, his tone sharp while I just stood there, confused, shattered, scared shit less. “They covered their tracks well.” I didn't care about whatever discussion they were having, I just wanted my sister back home, safe and sound! “You have to do something!” I cried, grabbing

Angela's POV:Wait…Were we really the only ones here? Like just Ava and I?I peered harder into the darkness, squinting harder like that would make me see any better. But there was nothing in the shadows, no movements, no sound, nothing.We really are alone.That realization made my heart pound harder as a thought formed in my head. My eyes darted to where my wheelchair lay, discarded carelessly from where one of the men had kicked it while making fun of me.“We could escape,” I whispered to no one in particular. All I needed to do was get to my chair. I had zero clue about where we were but I could come up with something when we finally made it out of here. Hopefully.With that plan set in mind, I shook Ava slowly. God, she was really hot, it was scary. She mumbled incoherently in her sleep making soft whimpers. She must be in a lot of pain.“Hey,” I whispered so close to her ears, trying to get her to wake up and I wondered if it was a good idea waking her up. “Ava, baby. Please

Angela's POV: At some point, I zoned out. And I think it was better that way. No amount of begging, crying or thrashing would have stopped these men from violating me as they took turns shoving their dicks into my mouth. It is official. I'm as good as nothing now. Completely useless, ruined, soiled, however the society deemed fit whenever a woman has been violated. It was always her fault and she became dirty to everyone. Guess who's joined the endless queue? Me. I didn't realize the last man was done until I felt the rough, hard sole of boots drive into my side, again. This time, I didn't scream or cry, I sucked it up as I barely registered the pain that exploded in that spot. I guess I was too busy trying not to throw up from the amount of salty, slightly sticky substance on my tongue and around my mouth. The thick substance thinned out as I gathered up saliva in my mouth, turning my head to the side and I spat it out. ‘Don't think too hard about it, Angela. Maybe the

Carlo's POV:“Answer it,” I ordered. Enzo gave a slight nod before swiping at his screen and placing the call on speaker.“Hello?” He said, eyes not leaving mine.There was a little whimpering noise before a distorted male voice filtered in through the phone speaker, “You're not Don Carlo.”I froze.How could he tell? Enzo cleared his throat, his eyes still on mine as he spoke, “Speak. He can hear you.”“Ah,” the man huffed a little laugh. “Good. Good.” “Where are the girls?” Enzo asked impatiently, his voice exuding dominance and anger. “Hai fatto un grosso errore a fare una mossa del genere, bastardo.” {You made a big mistake pulling a stunt like this, bastard}Laughter filtered in through the phone speaker, a mocking, degrading sound. “You don't get to call the shots, stronzo. I do…” He trailed off but the silence was immediately replaced by a loud, pain-filled scream, piercing through the air enough to make my pulse stutter.Angela. My heart stopped.That was Angela.I moved, r

Natalia's POV: I didn't know how long they'd been driving. Minutes? Hours? It felt endless in the dark, cramped trunk—for some weird reason, it had a little bit of ventilation so I wasn't exactly suffocating but wasn't entirely comfortable either. My legs and back ached from the position I'd squeezed into and I was too scared to adjust, or keep changing position lest I get caught and sent back home cause I could really picture a fuming Carlo making an order for a car to take me back and I can't let that happen. The car suddenly lurched forward, and forced me to move too, making me bump my toe and the handle on the gun dug into the skin of my stomach in the process. I had to bite my tongue to keep me from crying out. Just great. It was already a long and uncomfortable ride and I definitely didn't need anymore suffering. I was just wondering how far the location was. Then, finally, the car slowed, rolling to a stop. I was really doing this. I thought, gently brushing the