บททั้งหมดของ Escaping The Mafia Devil: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

"Jackpot." I grinned.What better way to know a person's deep, dark secret than through their diary? And with how hidden this one was, there had to be some dirty little secrets. Some recent dirty secrets because the last date was just a few months ago.I sat down on the floor and began reading the first entry.Some minutes and some pages later, I was already getting bored out of my mind. It was just the usual stuff of how her day went and what somebody did to hurt her. Boring drama but no juicy story.I did see that she wished Gabi was a boy because women weren't important in the mafia world—total misogynist— and how she praised Michael for the barest minimum. Ew, toxic boy mom much?I was about to give up and toss the book back into the box when a particular entry caught my eye by how really short it was.~Sh*t, Alexander is back. After ten years, Alexander is back. And is it bad that my body remembers that night we spent together like it was yesterday?~"What the hell?!" I ga

"What the f*ck are you talking about? Pablo is alive. He's in his f*cking room sleeping!" I snapped, but my heart pounded."Don't f*cking lie to me!" Beatrice yelled as she lifted her hand."Don't, Mom." Michael said, grabbing her wrist before she could hit me, and she let go of my neck."Why not? She killed your father!" "For f*ck's sake, I didn't. And what the hell are you guys saying? Pablo isn't dead. Though I didn't see him at dinner, Gabi said he had come home and gone to bed early. Check his damn room before spitting bullsh*t." I spat as I stood up."It's not bullsh*t, Gwen. Dad is dead." Michael said."What!" I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper, and I stiffened like someone had dunked ice water on me. "You have to be joking. If this is an elaborate prank, it's not f*cking funny.""It's not a prank. Pablo was heard grunting and groaning in pain in his room, and before we could call for an ambulance, he had died.""No." I whispered as I took a step back.Pablo

"F*ck! Gently!" I yelped as they shoved me into the room and slammed the door shut, plunging me into total darkness.I crinkled my nose at the stench of dry blood, .old, stale air, and something else that I hoped wasn't piss.What the hell was this place? Did they really expect me to stay here till God knows when? I'd literally die from the smell before they finished their stupid investigation.Like they were really going to do so. I'm sure the only things they would find would be more evidence pointing Logan and me to the death of Pablo.Pablo...Pablo was dead.My eyes watered as I slumped against the door and slid to the floor.My hunch about Beatrice's plan was confirmed to be accurate, but at what cost? Pablo's f*cking life!I wish I was wrong. I wish Beatrice had really scammed Pablo and run away with Alexander or whoever the f*cker was. I wish we were facing bankruptcy and hunting down Beatrice for her betrayal.At least in all these, Pablo would be alive.But no, I

"F*ck off!" I yelled, shoving Michael away and leaning against the wall."I was only trying to help," he frowned."Yes, how wonderful. Like it's not your fault I'm here."He was quiet for a while and sighed. "Come with me.""To where? My public execution? Let me guess, you guys found more 'evidence' about my involvement with Pablo's death? What did you see? A video showing me suffocating him to death with his pillow or me slipping poison in his whisky?" I scowled."Just follow me, Gwen.""Where to?""Gwen, please." He begged, and I cocked a brow.He was f*cking begging me?! The f*ck was he acting so polite for? Strategy, Gwen. He was being strategic. Who knew what the motherf*cker was planning beyond the nicety?This was why I liked Beatrice; she was a b*tch at my back and to my face, unlike André and Michael. Bunch of f*cking snakes."I'm not leaving here until you tell me where the f*ck we're going to." I crossed my arms over my chest."So you'd rather stay in this sh*tty

Eh?"What do you mean?" I frowned.Yes, I was framed, but Michael wasn't going to out himself as the one who did so? Sh*t! Was he planning on kicking Beatrice under the bus? That was harsh. Cold and f*cking harsh."As planned, all evidence will lead to Logan. Serious evidence, if I may say. I don't want to brag, but I was quite smart in framing him. There were no loopholes in my work, and no one has seen through the sh*t." He said, and I could almost see his head swelling with pride."And me? They found the bottle in my room. Nothing can top that.""Well, Mrs Rivera's testimony got you in, so it could also get you out. What if Logan had actually made her frame you? What if in her panic and guilt that night, she had accidentally mentioned you too instead of just Logan? Logan planted some evidence against you, but they don't just add up, so we confront Mrs Rivera, who then says the whole truth. Your name will be cleared, and only Logan will take the fall. It would work, don't you t