The Mafia's Plaything: His To Ruin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Bullet rushed into the lift and punched the policeman in his jaw. Brinda joined in quickly and knocked two of them out. When they were done, Bullet pulled out her gun and shot the three policemen on their chest. “What the fuck have you done?” Brinda's voice raised to a questioning one.“Really? Are you dumb? They have seen our faces. If they are alive, the police will find us once our faces are sketched.” Bullet retorted after smacking Brinda in the head. The latter let out a loud sigh. “We can't go back. There must be more down there.” “Attention everyone. Kindly remain in your hotel rooms. A murder had just been committed and the murderers are on the loose.” The announcement came from the speaker hanging a few metres away from the ladies.Bullet held her chest tightly but Brinda grabbed her hands and pulled her towards the stairs. The differences between them dropped drastically as they glided down the stairs. Bullet saw a group of policemen running up the stairs. She pulled Bri

“There is no better time to enjoy the death of an enemy's ally than in the early hours of the morning. Do you agree, Marshall?” Alessia’s voice rented the air which after she and Marshall laughed wholeheartedly. The whole room was filled with laughter as they had just achieved their goal. Marshall danced around for a while still using his stick. Obviously, a trick he has under his sleeves to make Alessia work with him which she had fallen for. “I always knew you were the perfect woman for the job.” Marshall dropped a positive comment. Alessia raised an eyebrow though with a smile on her face. “Really! I mean it. The Santini’s never miss their target.” “Celebrate less. One target down. One more to go.” Alessia smirked. “Until I don't kill Francesco myself, I won't stop this mission.” “Wow! I love your spirit. And I would like to be there at that moment. I would love to see you dive a knife into his chest. Also, I might also taste his blood.” Marshall's eyes narrowed, his gaze pierc

Bullet“What?” I inquired, shocked at the question Don had asked me. Hours ago, I asked the question but now… He threw the question at me. Should I actually tell him what I think or I should lie? What have I put myself into? Would he accept the truth from me or would he prefer a lie to satisfy his ego?I let out a sigh. “You love her. It is obvious. Even a blind man can see it.” I retorted, but with my head bowed. I dare not look him in the eye. His tone answered my question today. “How dare you? What did you say?” He thundered, his voice a baritone of anger and fury mixed together. There was even every bit of cruelty in it. I raised my head a bit to see his angry face. I looked sideways because he was just too furious to look at. Just then, the echo of his footsteps filled the room as he closed the gap between us. My chest tightened as it grew louder and closer. “Say it again,” he commanded before he pushed me to the metal door. His hand grabbed my neck, forcing me to look him in

“Pick up the call.” Mark said for the third time while he tried pulling Bullet away from him.“What? What is your problem? Do you plan on being a loser all your life? How long will you serve Francesco?” Bullet raised her voice. She smacked his hands off her, let out a heavy sigh, nodded her head for some seconds and bit her lips. “You dare push me away because of Francesco?”“I am pushing you off because I want you alive. I can’t bear it if you die. Do you want me to live all my life in regret?” Mark asked, then he crossed his arms over his chest. “Then do you want to live the rest of your life in bondage? I can’t believe this.” She clicked her tongue before she settled on the bed. Mark spread his right hand across his face, tired of the argument between them. He brought down his ego and reached out to his woman. He went on his knees and rubbed his palm on her lap. “I do not wish for all this to happen. I just… I just do not want us to die. As long as we get to live, there is hope.”

Brinda“Francesco, are you completely insane? What do you think you’re doing? Are you so desperate to see me gone? The Deadly Nightshade isn't enough for you, is it? I have less than eight months to live already!” I shouted, my voice sharp, the anger surging through every word.He didn’t flinch. His smirk deepened, but his eyes never left mine, dark and calculating. Slowly, he turned the gun toward the nurse. My pulse thundered in my ears, every breath a struggle as panic clawed at me.“Francesco, don’t do it. Drop the gun. Think about what you're doing.” My voice was tight, every warning laced with fear. “This is something you do not want to do. Don't regret it. Don’t make it worse.”“Regret?” He scoffed, his voice cold and mocking. “I don’t know what that is. What is regret? It’s for the weak, the pathetic.” He feigned ignorance, but I saw the darkness behind his eyes.Those were the last words I heard before the deafening crack of the gun echoed in the air, slicing through everythi