All Chapters of TAKEN: by the Mafia Don: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ROSE. I watched this girl from where I'm standing in disbelief. For a second I heard my heart ponder in my chest. She is out here in the middle of this woods without a cell phone? What is wrong with her? For a moment as she watched me with a long smile on her face like there wasn't anything wrong with what she had Just told me, I wondered if I'd fallen into the wrong hands. Why was she out here all alone in this big cabin? And without a cellphone. "My name is Lily," she says, as if that's her attempt to making this any less awkward than it already is "Lily Jonathans." She completes. I try to speak but felt a sharp pain on my side and instantly put a hand over my stomach, winging silently in pain. Lily watches my side with concern, "you shouldn't be up yet. You need to sit down." She says as she ushers me back to the couch where I sit down. I watch carefully as she walks over to the wooden chair situated next to the fireplace. I

ROSELLE. There were times when life felt excruciatingly overwhelming for me. Times when I've had to be alone because my father was always away. Times when I have no one to turn to. There had been happy moments too of course. I still remember like it was yesterday, my mom's beautiful face when we first moved into our home in California. She had been so happy, she thought she could die. I remember playing on the lawn and she would stand on the porch, watching me with a big grin on her face like I was all that mattered to her. My father was always gone. Now the older I got, the more I understood that she wasn't watching me because I was the only thing that mattered to her. She was keeping an eye on me because I wasn't safe. How did that work out for me? How? She didn't do all that, just to give her life for me in the end did she? And most importantly, she didn't give her life so I could live and e

The sunlight burns my eyes through the window and it almost seemed like I'd been set on fire. I remember everything. I remember Alpha Maverick hitting me and pushing me against the walls. I remember how I almost died. I must've woken up because of the sunlight on my eyes or because of the inaudible whispers coming from the hallway. "We cannot have her here, Celeste!" A man's voice speaks "we are in a hideout damn it!" He's upset because of me. "She's pregnant for fuck's sake, Alerik! Have some pity on her! She has been through too much." She's sympathetic for me. I think I'm forgetting the part where she said that I'm pregnant? How can I be? This cannot be. I tried to get off the bed but I find myself falling back, my head nearly falling off. When I finally manage to get off the bed, I'm facing a mirror by the side. I've had change of clothes and I fee

Alyssa's screams pierced through the garden, shattering the evening calm and drawing a crowd of startled guests to the poolside. The hum of chatter turned to gasps as they took in the scene. Without hesitation, Dillon tore off his jacket and leapt into the pool, the loud splash sending ripples across the water. He swam swiftly toward Alyssa, his movements decisive and frantic. When he reached her, he scooped her into his arms, cradling her protectively as he brought her to the edge of the pool. Water streamed from her soaking gown, pooling around them as she trembled against his chest. "Alyssa! Alyssa, are you okay?" Dillon's voice was thick with concern, his hands gripping her shoulders as if to anchor her. His eyes darted over her face, searching for any sign of injury. Alyssa clung to him, shivering dramatically, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She cast a fleeting glance at me and the hurt in her gaze was unmistakable. "Sis, if I did something to upset you, you could have

I shook my head softly. “I’m fine. You should have the soup first.” Brian looked momentarily puzzled but obediently lifted the thermos, finishing the soup in one go. His amber eyes gleamed with a mixture of warmth and urgency and his lips, flushed pink from the warm broth, glistened in the soft light. He held up the empty container with a boyish grin and said, “Finished it.” Taking my hand, Brian led me into the balcony. His voice was tender, almost reverent. “Thank you for the meal. Why don’t you take a little rest?” He coaxed me onto the large bed in the room, tucking me under the thick, luxurious comforter. Then he settled in beside me, pulling me into his arms. His chin rested lightly on the top of my head, his embrace firm and reassuring. “Still cold?” he murmured against my hair. I gave a faint hum of acknowledgment, closing my eyes to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. Time seemed to blur as I lay there, cocooned in his warmth. But soon, the soft, steady rhythm of his