บททั้งหมดของ Escaping The Mafia Devil: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

I wasn't sure how long I cried, but at one moment, I dozed off completely and woke up only when the sun's bright rays were pouring through the curtains.I lay still on the bed, wanting to doze off and leave this sh*tty reality, but trust sleep to never cooperate when you need it the most.After a few annoying minutes, I crawled out of my bed and padded to the bathroom. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I cringed.My eyes and face were red and puffy, and tear streaks marred my face. I looked like sh*t.Well, crying for what seemed like a year could do that to just about anybody. I did my business and returned to my room, still feeling like sh*t but at least not looking like one.I twisted the door's handle, hoping by some miracle Michael left the door open, but nope, it barely even bulged.F*ck, what was I supposed to do now? Be bored to death? Or cry myself to death?My eyes caught the small stack of books on my table that I definitely knew wasn't there before I slept, and my sto

"Wait!" I exclaimed."No. You said you didn't want to talk to me, so I'm leaving. I'll go to where my presence is appreciated." Michael mumbled, but before he could open the door, I grabbed his arm."For f*ck's sake, stop acting like a drama queen. Can I really hear from Lorenzo, or were you just f*cking messing with me?" I asked."So bossy. You know you're actually supposed to be begging me for the privilege to hear from him. But don't worry, I'm quite considerate, so I'll let your rude behaviour slide. I'm sure you're in a sh*tty mood because of Gabi. You guys had a fallout, didn't you?" He smirked."And whose fault is that?" I scowled."Are you going to blame me for every sh*tty thing that happens to you now?""No, but I'm going to blame you for the things you caused? Whose fault is it that she lost her father? Whose fault is it that she thinks it's either me or Logan that commited the crime? Whose f*cking fault is it that we got into an argument because of how f*cked up everything

"What?" Michael gasped, vocalising my shock.I had not heard Lorenzo well. I definitely had not heard him well.He definitely said 'don't do it', not 'then do it'. Yes, that was what he said."It seems you didn't hear what I said. I said I—""Do what you f*cking want with her; I don't give a sh*t. Do you really think I'd give up my position as Don for a f*cking woman? You're f*cking delusional." Lorenzo scoffed, and my chest tightened; the air around suddenly became too hard to breathe."What a f*cking disgrace of a boyfriend you are. Fine, let's lower the price since you're not man enough. I want—""I'm not giving you anything for her. F*cking nothing." He replied, and I could literally hear my heart shatter."Nothing?" Michael whispered as he slowly stood up, and his lips curled into a large scowl. "What the f*ck? I f*cking get that you're not willing to give up the Tenebre for her, but what do you mean, 'f*cking nothing'? She's your f*cking girlfriend, and her life is in f*c

F*ck I winced, hissing at the bright light that stung my eyes when I tried to open them, and I quickly squeezed them shut. I shook my head, trying to remove the annoying, sharp, piercing ringing in my ears, and I groaned again as the sound grew worse. Sh*t! I felt like f*cking sh*t! My head was pounding like crazy, and my body ached like I was run over by a f*cking truck, thrice. What the hell happened to me? "Ugh!" I screamed, a searing pain running through me as I tried to sit up. Bile rushed to my throat, and I clasped my hand over my mouth. "Gwen!" Someone— a man— said softly. "Gwen?" I whispered; my voice sounded strange, like it wasn't mine. I tried to sit up, and I groaned as the sharp pain rocked through me again. "Gently, you're hurt." He said as he gently helped me to sit up. My eyes finally managed to open, and through my blurry vision, I stared at a young man, no more than twenty-five, sitting beside me. Tears hung in his vivid green eyes like I wa

"What the hell? How the f*ck did I get involved with a mafia lord?" I exclaimed."Sorry, but that's all I can tell you. You asked for a sneak peek, remember?" Michael teased."Oh, come on. You can't just drop that plot twist on me and leave me hanging. It's not fair." I grumbled."Waiting a little while won't kill you.""It will. Look, I'm dying." I said and tried to press my hand to my head, but I winced."So dramatic. Fine, I'll tell you." He sighed as he sat beside me. "It's a really terrible story. Will it be bad if I say I'm glad you lost your memory so you won't have to remember that?""Depending on how bad it is." I murmured, his sudden sombre expression catching me off guard.Just how bad was what happened?"You see, your father is... no, was... a mafia lord.""What?" I gasped as my breath hitched."Yes. Pablo the brute, don of the Vipers in Nostra. You're his daughter, Gwendolyn Amadeo. I, Michael Straffi, was one of his subordinates. When my parents died when I was younger,