บททั้งหมดของ Under The Mafia’s Grip: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

~Ethan John~I stepped out of the cab and the hum of early morning traffic faded as I made my way into the building, my shoes made sounds as they collided with the Polish floor, I took the elevator that took me to the lobby, and as soon as I stepped out I notice Lola, my assistant, she quickly stood up and walk towards me, I noticed her brows etched with worries and I wonder what is wrong with her. “Morning, Lola,” I said, giving her a nod.She looked up at me with a quick smile, but it was short-lived. “Morning, Mr. John. Your meeting with the big bosses is ready. They are all in the conference room expecting you and with the murmurs I have heard, I don’t think this will end well.”I sighed. I had been expecting this. It was never good when they wanted to see me. My instincts were never wrong, and right now, they were telling me this was not going to be a pleasant meeting. “Thanks, Lola.” I made my way toward the conference room.As I walked into the conference room, I noticed my co

~Ethan John~It had been two weeks since that cold, blood-soaked day in the underground compound. The days had dragged on, each one blurring into the next. I had settled into a strange, uneasy routine at the mansion. Dante’s injuries had healed enough for him to move around freely, which meant I hadn’t had another chance to follow him since that day.I was sitting in my room, going over the map of the underground compound I had carefully mapped out after our last encounter. I had texted Mr. Vince about what I’d seen and heard, and he’d responded with a simple directive, “Look for more, but make sure Dante doesn’t find out you’re snooping.”I deleted the messages immediately after I texted Mr. Vince the whole information I was able to gather.I stood up from my desk, stretching when I heard footsteps outside my door. I wasn’t sure if it was just my paranoia, or if I really did sense something was going on. I opened the door and I was greeted by the sight of Dante, dressed in a black s

DanteThe bright rays of the sun travelled through the window and landed directly on my eyes. I squinted in response to the light. I yawned, trying to stretch, and I was suddenly reminded of my health condition as pain travelled through my entire being. Memories from yesterday's event flashed through my mind and I could only chuckle. A thought suddenly crossed my mind. Ethan! He risked his life. That was unusual. I was too weak yesterday to talk about it and today, I made up my mind to talk about it. Just then, a faint knock, enough to jolt me from my reverie, sounded on the door, and I grunted as I tried to sit up. "Come in!" I said, clenching my teeth to numb the pain. Ethan walked in slowly. The expression on his face was the same as always. There was something about him that I didn't seem to understand. Something that always pulled me closer to him. "You are up so early. Did you get enough sleep at all?" He asked in a subtle tone and I could only respond with a cocky smile. The

DanteAnger swelled in me as I sat on the edge of the bed. My jaw tightened, and I pressed a palm against my thigh to numb the sting of pain that came crawling through my body from the wounds. The robe clung to me like a reminder of weakness, and I hated that word. Weak. That was not supposed to be me. Ethan had insisted I rest, and for a moment earlier, I had considered listening. But Laura’s presence had shattered that fragile thought. Her arrival was a force strong enough to pull me away from reason. If she were here, I could not afford to stay caged in the mansion.I leaned forward, staring at the floor but not seeing it. My thoughts churned like a storm. How did she know? How did the information reach her so quickly? The East Coast was far, and my men were not careless. Information like this did not travel without a hand pushing it. My teeth ground together as the suspicion pointed at only one person. "Luca!" He had always been a fan of Laura, speaking highly of her, praising he

LauraIt had been over a week since I arrived at the mansion, and things between Dante and me were far from good. He had made it clear without words that he did not want me around. The distance was eating me up and the silence was louder than any confrontation could ever be. His sudden habit of spending more time in the casinos made it worse because he deliberately avoided me. He did not even try to start a fight, he just kept himself out of my reach. That alone was enough punishment.Sending me to the East Coast was a well-planned action, orchestrated by Dante himself. All efforts to try and get to know what was going on with him had proved abortive. Each time that I tried, he only grew further away from me. It was sickening. I couldn't keep up anymore. As I walked around the room, trying to ease the tension that formed in my chest, a thought struck my mind. Was he trying to do away with me? I kept seeking answers internally until I started to feel weak in the knees and I collapsed o