Semua Bab KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The warehouse still reeks of gunpowder and blood. Corpse lie strewn across the earth, motionless. The atmosphere is heavy with smoke, and the sounds of gunfire continue to resonate in my ears. But none of it is important-since I am in his embrace. Raymond grips me firmly, his fingers digging into my back as if to confirm my existence. His heartbeat is rapid and erratic, resembling a person who has nearly lost something valuable. However, I am the one who ought to be scared. I ought to be frightened. I ought to view him as if he were a monster. Instead, I am holding onto his shirt tightly, clinging to him as if he is the sole thing preventing me from breaking down. And perhaps he is. His hand reaches for my face, raising my chin upward. His silver eyes glow with an enigmatic darkness, something elusive. His jaw is tight, his lips a bit open as if he intends to speak but is unsure of how to express it. I am the one who speaks first. "You ended their lives." It is not a query.

Weeks pass by, and I stay in the hospital, my body failing me in ways I never anticipated. Initially, it was only the elevated blood pressure, but soon fatigue crept into my bones, making it difficult even to sit up without feeling dizzy. My body feels weak, my appetite unpredictable, and the doctors keep conducting tests, their anxious faces doing little to calm my anxiety.However, in spite of everything, Raymond remains.He stays by my side-not even for a moment.Initially, I believed he would. He's a hectic man, a perilous man-he has enterprises to manage, lives to claim, commands to issue. However, he remains. Perpetually seated in the chair beside my bed, constantly observing me as if he's scared I'll vanish the moment he diverts his gaze.When I find myself awake at night, soaked in sweat from yet another nightmare about my dad, his passing, and my life as a price to pay, Raymond is always present. His hand is consistently the first thing I sense, sweeping my hair aside, grippi

The following morning, I noticed the atmosphere seemed more refreshing than normal as I got up, the usual discomfort of lying on the bed like a piece of timber for an entire day overwhelmed me. Yet today, they don't seem stifling. Today, they no longer echo the reminder of my delicate condition. Today, I am heading back home. I extend my fingers, sensing the tightness in my limbs after being in this bed for weeks. My body is frail, yet my spirit feels more buoyant. It’s odd how the existence of a single individual can alter everything. A gentle rap on the door interrupts my reflections, and before I have a chance to reply, two nurses enter, smiling at me as if they hold a secret I'm unaware of. "We're going to miss you, Gracie," one of them says, her arms crossed over her chest. The other person eagerly nods. "And your enigmatic partner as well." I shut my eyes momentarily. "What did you say?" They share looks, laughing like schoolgirls. “Come on,” the initial nurse jokes. "Tha

The home space is heavy with unexpressed emotions. Since Kelvin left, Raymond has changed. Silence. Unfocused. Temperamental.Initially, I attempt to overlook it, convincing myself it isn’t my concern. Yet as time goes by and he hardly pays attention to me, I begin to feel concerned. The usual fire in his eyes has vanished, replaced by an emotion I can't fully decipher, as it appears alarming—similar to pain.I remain in my room for the rest of the day, hoping he’ll get better by himself. But by nightfall, my patience is exhausted.I left my room, looking into the living room where he is seated, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers crossed, looking at the ground. He’s deep in contemplation—so weird that it looks as though he's now in another world.I step forward carefully. "Are you okay?"His head rises a bit, his eyes connecting with mine for seconds before he turns away. "I'll be fine."That cold response disturbs me.That's not usual of him.Raymond is consistently confident a

The atmosphere in the mansion becomes dense, laden with an invisible threat. I sense it even from within my room, where I sit rigidly on the bed's edge, my hands clutching the sheets.Something feels off.As soon as Raymond stepped outside earlier, I felt a change in the atmosphere around him. Something shadowy.Then I listened to voices coming from downstairs. Severe. Shortened. Loaded with repressed fury.I move slowly toward the door, placing my ear against the chilly wood, trying to listen."...disobeyed me, Raymond."The voice is unknown, yet it carries a heaviness-power. The owner communicates with authority, resembling someone accustomed to being feared.An extended quiet ensues. Then Raymond's voice-the iciest I've ever heard."I answer to no one, Frank."I gasp for air. Frank.I'm not very familiar with the individuals in Raymond's world, but I've come across the name before.Frank poses a threat. Rather than perilous, he's a person that even the devil would hesitate to confr