Lahat ng Kabanata ng No Way ! Mafia Again ?!: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

He muttered softly to himself, "Yes, Dr. Parker... Dr. Parker." The thought seemed to bring a glimmer of hope, a small shift in his heart. Perhaps Dr. Parker’s hypnosis session could offer him a new kind of change. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the path that would lead him out of this suffocating situation.This treatment was different from the previous one. It wasn’t taking place in his own room, but in a place he had carefully selected. Dean felt a twinge of hesitation; his choice wasn’t driven solely by comfort, instead it was via a more personal motive. He wanted to speak with Dr. Parker, and this place—Shawn’s room—was the most secluded and hidden in his mind. It was the perfect place to have the conversation he had been avoiding.Though this room was usually off-limits to everyone plus Shawn wasn’t here today, Dean had more than enough time to process his thoughts. He wasn’t bound by the usual rules this time; in fact, he felt a hint of selfishness. He knew he needed the quie

"I can't... I can't watch this anymore..." Dean murmured, tears silently slipping down his face. A wave of indescribable pain and fury surged within him. He knew, deep down, that he could never escape—his past wounds, the fear he had once endured, would follow him for the rest of his life.However, when he saw the aftermath, his sadness transformed into rage. His parents—those who had once always cared for and protected them—had become so cold, so distant. Ever since the incident, little Dean’s life changed, as though he had been cast from paradise into an abyss. They hadn’t stepped forward to protect their child; instead, they had made the unforgivable choice of betrayal."How could this...?" Dean could hardly catch his breath. For money, his parents had chosen to sell their conscience, their hands stained with filthy transactions. "How could they... abandon their own child for money?" His tears, once again, blurred his vision, as the weight of this betrayal drowned him in despair.T

Dean slowly opened his eyes, his mind clouded as if submerged in a dense fog. He looked around, realizing he was lying in an unfamiliar room. Unlike a hotel, the space was simple yet elegant, but more like a cozy bedroom in a private home. The wooden furniture carried a slightly aged feel, but it was well-kept and comfortable. A few landscape paintings on the walls added a touch of liveliness to the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. A faint scent of perfume lingered in the air, mixed with the heavier, more masculine scent of cologne. It made Dean feel uneasy, a strange sense of discomfort creeping through him. He blinked rapidly, struggling to clear his foggy mind and make sense of his surroundings. "Where am I?" Dean's voice was weak as he pushed himself up, his body trembling with the lingering effects of the drug, making his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. He tried to piece together the fragments of what had happened before—Shawn giving him that drink, the loss of consciousness

Ben stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on Dean, a mixture of probing and helplessness on his face. "You’re not going to jump, are you?" His lips curled into a slight smirk, but his tone dripped with mockery. "It’s a forest down there. You won’t die, but you’ll be broken. You think you can escape me like this?"Dean's knuckles turned white from gripping the knife, fully aware that he couldn't bring himself to jump, but he couldn't let Ben see his weakness. However, Ben's gaze grew more confident, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Little Dean, you're not trying to hurt yourself. You're just trying to scare me, aren't you?"Dean's fingers tightened further, the edge of the knife pressing more forcefully against his throat. With a roar of pure anger, he shouted, "I said, get the hell away from me!"Ben finally raised his hands in mock surrender, his tone softening. "Alright, I'll step back. If you want to leave, I'll let you go. Just stop backing up toward the e

Dean's mind was drawn into a whirlpool of memories. Chen's face appeared before him, that gentle and passionate man. He recalled the happiness and contentment he felt when he was with Chen, a pure connection so profound it nearly made him forget all his pain.His thoughts then shifted to Damon. Despite Damon’s domineering and forceful nature, there were those rare, tender moments when Dean couldn’t help but feel an extraordinary sense of peace and reassurance.Yet at that moment, an unexpected image invaded his mind—Shawn. The very person who had once plunged him into the depths of despair now appeared in his memories, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, his eyes carrying a faint trace of tenderness.“Why?” Dean murmured to himself; filled with confusion. He couldn’t understand why Shawn would surface in his thoughts at a moment like this, unbidden and inexplicable.The man in the car glanced at him, as if sensing his inner turmoil, but chose to remain silent. He simply carried on