Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Willing Prey: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

⚠⚠⚠⚠FORTY-TWOHe smiled as he fisted his hand yet again in her hair and yanked her head back. His tongue slid up the side of her face, the stale stench of cigar overtook her nose, and she had to refrain from gagging.“Now the real fun begins,” she heard him mutter. “I’m going to mark you…to tell everyone that you're mine and mine only. To send a message,” he added.At this point, she didn't know what it meant but rather than think about what he meant, her senses were more on alert because of the lighter. Domenico kept flashing it on and off before her eyes. It was enough to terrify her, and enough to make her wonder what was next.“I’m not yours. I've never been and I never will be,” she murmured, but close enough for him to hear clearly.And after, he raised the lighter towards her legs letting the heat pool towards her skin as he trailed a path for himself. She screamed, tried struggling her way out but he held her still. The flame hadn't even touched her but it still hurt real bad

FORTY-FOURFor the first time in a while, he was the one behind the wheel. He was actually driving because he couldn't trust any of his men to get there faster than he would have. He had them drive three Rolls Royce to the location Francesco, had given them. If this was a trap then he might as well just bury him in it.Although he knew he could take Domenico, but he wasn't one to underestimate the enemy. If you want to win a war, you turn up prepared. So they geared up, everyone with their bulletproof vests, his, was over his usual all-black with his suit jacket discarded along the way, one glock on his left hip and the other in his hand.As he stepped out to get a clearer view of the dirty building, he understood how he wasn't able to track the godamm bastard, because it was highly impossible to find out this location. Clearly hidden in the woods, with trees shielding it from every possible view, he was so close to commending Lombardi on his extra effort. But the building was only a

FORTY-SIXThe sound echoed across the room. It's deafening. Isabelle quickly covered her ears with her hands. The shot felt so close, yet for a few seconds, she hadn't opened her eyes to know who got shot or where the bullet had gone to.The hand in her hair releases her with a shove, automatically sending her to the floor as she landed on her legs and knees. She looked up admist tears and all she could see was a red stain at his arm. Alessandro staggered a bit but that didn’t stop him from taking steps forward.She shook her head, looking down and up at him at a regulated pace. She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to, because how can she explain that the devil stood in for her. That the devil was took a bullet for her sake.That's because she couldn't explain it. It was hard to tell.Then there was a second shot.She screamed. But Alessandro was quick enough. She wasn't sure how but he probably must have dodged a lot of bullets in his life time.Then Domenico shoots again. She

FORTY-EIGHTIt's been a fucking hour since she went into that room and no one was out of it yet. This was testing his patience in so many ways possible, and he wasn't a good fan of being patient.Alessandro looked down a bit at his rolled up sleeve to reveal the stitched up area, bringing his thoughts to the fact that the nurse had suggested that he rested but he didn't want to, at least not until she was out of there. Not like he cared anyway. He stood up the moment he saw the doctor coming out of the operating room, with a clipboard on his hand. Their eyes met and the doctor bowed his head in respect and allegiance, “Don Moretti.”“How is she?” he asked letting the words roll out of his tongue freely, knowingly avoiding the use of ‘my wife’.If the doctor noticed this, he didn't show it. “We've successfully managed to get her out of danger so you've got nothing to worry about. The bullet didn't penetrate too deep into her bone. It just grazed her arm but she's lost alot of blood. Bu

FIFTY“N-no. No. Please let me go…p-please, Domenico!” Isabelle screamed out as she struggled to get her eyes open. She opened them—enventually.A comforting hand encircled hers, and a breath that she wasn't familiar with grazed her skin. “Alessa–”She paused when she managed to get her eyes to face who held her and it met with one that certainly didn't belong to her husband. Her brows knitted into a frown, and an unfamiliar feeling washed over her.Where was Alessandro?“It's fine. You're safe and there's no Domenico. See…you're at the hospital and not there,” Luciano’s voice trailed off as her mind wandered far away, and it certainly didn't include this hospital. She tried to recall everything that happened. She remembered Domenico. She remembered Alessandro coming in to save her.She remembered Alessandro getting shot. And, she certainly remembered being shot but she didn't remember coming here at all. And if her husband was the last person she had been with while being shot, wasn