All Chapters of KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I freeze.The hallway feels too long, too empty. My heartbeat thunders in my ears, drowning out all logic.What did I see? Everything. The blood. The chains. The way he killed without hesitation.But if I tell him that, I won't leave this hallway alive.He takes slow steps toward me, the dim light casting eerie shadows on his face. His shirt is pristine, like he hadn't just ordered an execution. Like death was nothing more than a routine.I swallow hard, willing my voice to work. "I... I got lost."Raymond stops. His expression doesn't change. If anything, his jaw tightens, his fingers curling at his sides. "Lost?" He repeats the word like he doesn't believe me.I force a shaky breath. "Yes. This house is a maze. I turned a corner and...""And found yourself in a restricted part of the mansion?" His voice is deadly quiet. "Coincidence?"I nod, not trusting myself to speak.The two men from the torture room appear behind him. One of them looks at me with suspicion, his gun still in his

I look up from the ground to see Raymond standing at the doorway. His face is stern; annoyed even.Eliana whooshes her way towards him, signalling to someone to turn down the music."Brother, you're back! Why so suddenly, hm? Did your little hunt go well?" She asks, sipping a bit of wine from her glass. She twirls her hair, and stumbles a bit."Eliana, you know what father will do if he sees you like this." Raymond hisses underneath his breath.For the first time, I actually see him show a little bit of concern in his cold eyes."Ha! That's rich. What will father say when he sees your whore? You're refusing to get married but you prefer-""That's enough, Eliana." Raymond says sharply. "Take her to her room."The next moment, his henchmen take Eliana by the arms, pulling her upstairs while she kicks and screams.To the rest of the partygoers, Raymond simply shoots at the grand chandelier above and they all scramble out of the house.I cover my ears and crouches the glass flies everywhe

The world tilts.My head spins, my body swaying despite the solid wall against my back. I feel like I'm floating like none of this is real. But then the pain in my ankle reminds me otherwise, anchoring me back to the nightmare unfolding in front of me.The bald man tightens his grip on my arm, his calloused fingers digging into my skin as he yanks me closer. His breath reeks of cigarettes and something rotten, making my stomach churn. Behind him, the man with the scar on his face smirks, his hands lazily undoing his belt.No.Panic squeezes my chest so tight I can barely breathe.Panic squeezes my chest so tight I can barely breathe, but my body won't move fast enough. My limbs are sluggish, weak, as if fear has wrapped itself around my bones and turned them to stone. My breathing is erratic, my chest rising and falling too fast, yet I still can't get enough air.This can't be happening.I thrash against Bald Man's grip, trying to rip my arm free, but he only laughs at my pathetic str

The first thought I have is to run. My kidnapper is on the ground and his attacker has taken off somewhere.I can use this opportunity to disappear; maybe find my father while I can as well.This is my chance.As I watch Raymond's barely conscious body lying on the grimy alley ground, I contemplate my escape.It's not like I have any attachment to him- he took me from my father, subjecting me to such much embarrassment.He can bleed out for all I care. But as I turn around to leave, dodging a pool of old vomit, I hear some footsteps approaching."I shot him. But it might be a fatal wound. You know the boss wants him alive."It was that man from the bar. Raymond's attacker.I could run now - abandon this man and never look back. But I can't.For a reason unknown to me, I rush back to where he's lying, breathing heavily. He must be in shock and he's bleeding over the wet concrete.I grab his face and tap gently on his cheeks. "T-try to stay awake, okay? I'll get you out of here." Whet

The sound tore through the night like a crack of thunder. My hands were still trembling when I lowered the gun, my breath jagged, my heart slamming against my ribs. The sharp smell of gunpowder burned my nose.Raymond staggered, his body jerking slightly as a reaction to the sound. Blood spread across his shirt, dark and unforgiving. For a split second, his stormy grey eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a glimpse of emotion... was it pride? His legs gave out.No. No, no, no.I barely caught him in time, his weight slamming into me. I stumbled back, knees buckling under his mass, but I held on, arms locked around his torso. He was warm, too warm. His body was slick with sweat, his breathing ragged against my ear."You... " His voice was hoarse, but I didn't let him finish."Shut up," I whispered harshly, adjusting my grip on him.Then I heard it.Shouting.Peter's men must have heard the shot.Panic knifed through me. My pulse spiked, pounding in my ears. I looked over my shoulder, catc