All Chapters of Trapped In The Mafia's Dark Addiction : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

RIVEN BlACKWOOD POVI drove to a stop in front of the house and then glanced at Hazel as she stared at the building that stood before us, her eyes wide in awe.I grinned loving the reaction, knowing that it was real and not just play pretend.She turned to face me excitedly. "It's so beautiful," she got out then pressed her face to her palm, her voice soft and proud. "Do you make it a point to only buy the best houses on the market, Riven. Are you into real estate now".I smirked, my eyes fixed on her face, trying as much as I could to commit every detail to memory. "No," I answered, and she tilted her head, her brows dipping. "You're not?" She asked, genuinely curious.I nodded, my gaze dropping to the arch of my pale, smooth neck. My mouth watered as my gaze lingered. I wanted to sink my teeth into it. Tearing my eyes away, I met her gaze, my breath hitching at the hunger in her eyes. Did she notice me staring? Was she feeling the tension the same way I was? I licked over my lips

LENA POV I stared at the gun, my eyes wide with shock, then met his gaze. "What is the meaning of this, "I got out, my voice coming out in a whisper as fear gripped my lungs. "What do you mean by showing us a gun...""He's obviously trying to threaten us with it" Raphael cut in, his voice harsh with anger. "Listen here, you fucking bastard; You can't keep us here without our consent. What do you think is going to happen if we get the cops involved, huh? Carrying a gun and threatening us like this is fucking illegal" Ksar scoffed, then laughed, his brows arching "Is it really illegal?" He asked, the expression on his face mocking. "I wouldn't have known if you didn't tell me just now" he grinned, then his face hardened, his eyes narrowing. "I'm not sure you've grasped the situation you're in yet, cute little Raphael... Should I just put a bullet in your head, so you'll realize how serious I am""Don't you dare hurt him" I cried out, then met his gaze pleadingly. "Please don't hurt us

RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV My head throbbed, and as I stepped into the house—my eyes searching the space for Hazel and not finding her—the feeling got worse.Father's threat rang In my head and the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.Damn the old man. I guess because I agreed so easily to let Ethan live, he thought I was still under his control. He had another thing coming if he thought I was going to let Ksar live just because he was Victor's son.Damn it, I wanted to punch something.No, all I need is Hazel."Where are you, Hazel" I whispered, yanking the door to the studio open and slamming it shut when I didn't see her.I checked the tracker, my brows arching when it showed that she was at the back of the house."What are you doing outside..." I mused. Feeling impatient, I reached for my phone to check the camera, then remembered that she'd told me in the morning that she was going to spend the whole day painting. "Is that what you're doing right now?" I asked, then grinned, the

RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV "I can't believe this is happening. This is all my fault Riven. If Lena weren't my friend, none of this would be happening to her." Hazel got out, her voice laced with agitation. She clutched at her hair, then looked at me, tears brimming in her eyes. "Why does this keep happening, Riven? Why do I bring so much suffering to anyone close to me?"I shook my head, hating that she would even think that she brought anything but joy to those around her. She was literally the only color in my bleak, horrid existence; if she hadn't come into my life, I would have lost myself."Hey, hey, hey" I whispered, approaching her carefully. "None of what is happening is your fault," I said firmly. "Don't ever say that again. How long have you been friends with Lena, huh? How many good things happened to her because you were in her life? Don't only focus on the negative things, try to think on the positives too!"She shook her head, evading my touch. "How can you tell me to focus on

HAZEL STYLES POV He leered as he approached me, the gun in his hand aimed straight at my face. "Look at those rage-filled eyes," he grinned, flicking the gun. "I can see the obsession Julian had with you now. No wonder he wanted to keep you at his side so bad even if it meant dying," he said, then paused, his eyes roaming over my face.My hands balled into fists, the urge to punch the smug look off his face overwhelming. "I should have killed you on that night fifteen years ago. You were like an itch under my skin that I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. But if there is one thing I've learned, it's that waiting and anticipating the thrill of a kill gives the same dopamine as the act itself. Also, I knew this day was going to come. I am very good at predicting things, you see."Tears of pure rage brimmed in my eyes, blurring my vision. "Fucking bastard! It isn't enough that you killed my mom and my dad—""Wrong," he shouted, cutting me off. He leaned in, his eyes boring