Mafia’s Girlfriend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

Chapter Two: The Devil's Lair Lena's POV The room was a far cry from the grandeur of the mansion's exterior. Small, cold, and suffocating, it felt more like a prison cell than a bedroom. A single dim light bulb hung from the ceiling, flickering intermittently and casting eerie shadows that danced on the cracked, peeling walls. This was only a thin, lumpy mattress laid on a rusted metal frame with scratchy, threadbare sheets. The air was thick with damp and a metallic tang I couldn't place. I sat on the edge of the bed, drawing my knees up and hugging them to myself, trying in vain to still the relentless shaking that had seized my body. My mind was reeling with questions, one more unbelievable than the other. Why am I here? What does Damian want from me? How did my life spiral into this nightmare? The sound of footsteps down the hall yanked me out of my spiraling thoughts. My heart rammed into high speed, my body tensed, as the heavy wooden door creaked open. A hulking figure- one

Chapter Four: Confrontation Damian's Perspective The muffled murmurs of voices made their presence known as I walked down the dark corridor toward Sophia's room, a cacophony marring the night silence of the mansion. The door stood open but a crack, an invitation of sorts. I stopped for a moment, gritted my teeth, expecting chaos but finding myself unprepared for what was to come. Entering, the sumptuous décor of the room did little to mask the tangible tension in the air. Sophia stood erect beside the grand four-poster bed, her body tense, arms crossed over her chest in an imperious display of authority. Her eyes, hard and unforgiving, rested on Lena, who sat on her knees submissively beside an ornate laundry basket. The image evoked an anger within me, clenching deep within my chest. "Get it together," Sophia's voice cut through the silence, thick with malice. "You're here to serve, aren't you? Then do it properly." My hands clenched at my sides, the knuckles whitening under the

Chapter Six: Weakness Lena's Pov The interior of the car was as silent as it could get, the kind of silence that amplifies every unspoken word and unshed tear. My hand still tingled from where Damian had gripped it, pulling me away from Sophia's house with an urgency that left no room for questions. Now, it lay motionless in my lap, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me. I couldn't tell if the trembling was from residual reaction of the confrontation or from the thick tension that wafted from Damian. His jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles fluttered beneath his skin, and his hands gripped the steering wheel with such force I feared it might snap under the pressure. His gaze was fixed on the road ahead, eyes narrowed as if the asphalt had personally offended him. The intensity of his demeanor made me shrink back into my seat-a futile attempt at creating distance in the confined space. I wanted to break the silence, to ask him about the men who had appeared