Semua Bab Trapped by the Mafia Boss : Bab 91 - Bab 100

SYLVIA'S POV My heart raced as I sprinted through the woods, branches scraping at my arms, the cool night air biting at my skin. I had no idea where I was going, just that I had to get away from Mario, from his touch, from his words. The tears burned hot against my cheeks as I stumbled over a fallen branch, nearly losing my footing.But then I heard it, a rustling sound to my left, followed by a soft, wet squelch. My breath hitched, and I wiped at my eyes, forcing myself to focus. The trees parted slightly, and that’s when I saw them.Two bodies. A boy and a girl, teenagers. Their limbs were twisted at odd angles, eyes open but unseeing, blood. The girl's hair was splayed out, her face frozen in terror. The boy’s shirt was soaked through, a crimson stain spreading across his chest.I couldn’t breathe. The scream tore out of me before I could even think, echoing through the woods and bouncing back to me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed, my hand clamping over my mouth, the horrible s

SYLVIA'S POVWhen we got back to the house, the silence between us was suffocating. Mario didn’t say a word, and I didn’t feel like speaking either. The anger was still simmering inside me, but I didn’t have the energy to yell. Maybe that was the worst part, how tired I was of everything.He broke the silence first, his voice barely a murmur. “You can have the bed. I’ll figure something out.”I glanced at him, watching the way his shoulders sagged, like he was hoping I'd say something to make this whole mess go away. But I didn’t want to fix anything. Not anymore. Not with him.I didn't trust him anymore, not after hearing him call out his dead fiancée’s name while he was deep inside of me. Not after finding those teen bodies in the woods and how he was connected to it all.I didn’t say anything at first. I just nodded and walked to the door. When I turned the knob, I could hear the faint sound of him sighing, like he was waiting for me to stop him, to tell him he could share the bed

Sylvia’s POVAfter the officers left, I stood in the middle of the empty living room, the detective’s card heavy in my hand. A plea deal? Snitching? Was that what they thought I was?I tossed the card onto the countertop and exhaled a shaky breath. They thought I was a victim. Maybe I was. But wasn’t Mario supposed to be the one protecting me, not the one I needed protection from?I was too conflicted and as I paced around the living room, I heard Mario’s car pull up to the garage. A few minutes later, the front door creaked open, and he walked into the kitchen, dropping the bags on the counter. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on the detective’s card resting on the table. He picked it up, turning it between his fingers as his jaw tightened.“They came?”I nodded, folding my arms tightly across my chest. “As soon as you left. It felt like they were waiting for you to leave so they could come in and try to turn me against you.”Mario muttered something under his breath, his

Mario's POV The adrenaline from my conversation with Darren still thrummed in my veins as I left the Airbnb. I was going to blow up Kosta's entire operation and sever my ties with the mafia once and for all. This was my chance. My only chance. If it worked, I’d be free. If it didn’t, I’d be dead.The streets outside were quieter than I expected, a few stray cars rolling by, headlights slicing through the dark. I adjusted the hoodie over my head, pulling the strings tight, and walked down the street, Darren’s words echoing in my mind."You’re playing a dangerous game, Santiago. Kosta’s no fool. If he even suspects you’re sniffing around, he’ll have you buried in a ditch before sunrise."I knew that. But it didn’t change a damn thing.I rounded the corner and headed toward a small internet cafe, one of the few places where the cameras were either broken or covered in grime thick enough to keep prying eyes blind. I stepped inside, the scent of burnt coffee and stale air hitting me hard.

Mario's POV Vasquez eyes rolled back, his breaths coming out in wet, choking gasps. He was slipping fast, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to answer me. I yanked the knife free and shoved him toward the edge of the dock, his body hitting the water with a heavy splash. The dark waves swallowed him whole, ripples spreading out.I wiped the blood from my hands, heart pounding as I took his place by the shipping container. I tugged the hood lower over my face, leaning back against the metal as Vasquez’s phone buzzed in my pocket.Unknown Number.I took a deep breath, forced my heartbeat to slow, and answered, keeping my voice low and gruff. "Yeah?""Vasquez? You got eyes on the girl?"I swallowed hard, my mind racing. "Yeah. Still have her.""Good. Kosta’s expecting you to bring her to the warehouse tonight. No fuck-ups this time. You hear me?""Loud and clear," I said, my pulse thundering. "I’ll bring her."The line went dead. I shoved the phone back into my pocket, my mind spinning. They