All Chapters of The Mafia's Little Raven: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LEILA..We moved towards the gardens gate, the faint pre-dawn light finally painting the sky a touch of grey and pale pink.It was our only real chance, the little gate at the back of the garden almost hidden by overgrown vines.Our plan hatched in the hushed whisper in the dead of the night had felt sold almost like a fool proofWe had waited until the first hint of dawn knowing Damien and Gerald had stepped out earlier for the business they had been discussing and the guards and the various people who didn’t matter had been in some kind of party.Their laughter and loud music fading into a dull hum as the hour goes by, hopefully their drunken state keeps them occupied. I'm sure all of this is because Damien isn't around and this is the more reason i think he won't be coming back anytime soon.I turned to where she's standing, seeing the leaf that just fell, almost scary.“You should move towards that area” I’d whispered to Tracy, pointing towards a small flower filled with patch

LEILA..I waited as every muscle in my body coiled with a tension.The silence that follows my scream and tears is so obvious as my heart continued to beat faster against my ribs.Then, I heard the thud of footsteps approaching and the door behind me is pushed open, pushing me away from it, two men walked in, their face so grim and impassive.They didn’t dare look anywhere except for their task as they moved towards Tracy’s still form and roughly drew her away.I watched them go, my gaze fixed on her small body being dragged across the cold stone floor as her eyes stared back at me, vacant and lifeless, and the full weight of my guilt crashed down on me again.If I had just gone along with it, if I hadn’t been so desperate, so damn stubborn… she would still be alive. My reckless attempt at freedom had cost her everything.They hauled her out of the place like she was nothing more than a discarded piece of meat.How could they be so desensitized to this?The causal killing, the call

LEILA..The person who always kept it so meticulously nice and clean despite her own failing health was currently confined to her bed, or maybe just maybe she wasn’t even here anymore.I walked faster towards the front door, not even waiting for anyone to open it.No need to knock, the door was always unlocked, a pathetic testament to my father’s apathy and the general lawlessness that seemed to permeate the place.Just as I thought, it creaked open easily, I moved further inside, revealing the familiar, yet somehow more depressing, living room.An ashtray on the coffee table overflowed with extinguished cigarette butts, some only half-smoked, and no one. Empty bottles, mostly cheap whisky, lay scattered on the worn carpet, a familiar sight that always made my stomach clench. The worn couches that had once made the place feel somewhat homey now looked unkempt and stained, smelling faintly of smoke.The floor was sticky and dirty, and the smell emanating from the place was stale an

LEILA..For the first time since arriving at this prison, I reached for the light switch on the wall and flipped it on, making the large room come to life, bathed in a warm, inviting glow, a welcome change from the single, shallow light I usually kept on.I looked around the room, taking it fully in, noticing the expensive furniture, the tasteful décor, the sheer size of the space. At least now, my life was getting back a little… normalcy?The question lingered in my heart if that was actually what I would call it at this point. “Not bad,” I shrugged to myself after taking it all in, a wry smile playing on my lips. Until my eyes landed on the clothes on the bed and on top lay a dress that looked like something out of a fairy tale, the kind a princess might wear, except it was sleeveless.It was more of a corset gown, but not all that ball-like, more form-fitting. The color was stunning, a deep, rich green, something royal, more like emerald. I picked it up, and a small piece of fa

LEILA..He reached out a hand, his fingers gently tracing the curve of my breast before his thumb flicked across my nipple.He looked into my eyes, his gaze intense and possessive, he lowered his head until his tongue flicked out and touched my nipple, still maintaining direct eye contact.His eyes finally closed as he savored the taste, a low groan escaping his lips.My head fell back against the soft pillows, my hair scattering all over the bed, the feeling so incredibly hot that I could feel myself getting slick and wet down there.He placed his hand on my other breast, his fingers fumbling slightly as he squeezed and kneaded, his attention still focused on my nipple.“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a husky whisper. My eyes fluttered open, staring up at him as a moan escaped my lips, followed by another, and another, each one more breathy than the last. This felt so incredibly good, so intensely forbidden.He trailed his hand down my stomach, his touch sending shivers down