บททั้งหมดของ Escaping The Mafia Devil: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Sh*t!My eyes widened as Michael slowly lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. I quickly grabbed my alarm clock, held it up and glared at him."What are you doing?" He frowned as he eyed the clock in my hand."Oh, you know, grabbing the nearest weapon in case." I replied."In case? In case of what? Did you see someone in the house? Allies of Alexander? F*ck! I thought I already killed the only person helping him! I thought he barely works with others." He scowled as he immediately stood up, and his eyes began darting around the place for anything suspicious. "Did you notice anything at the window or at the door? Was it a person, or did you see just a shadow?""Neither. The person is right in this room. Standing right in front of me." I scoffed as I gripped the alarm clock harder."In front of you?" He frowned, confusion heavy in his voice as he looked around. "I don't understand. There's no one else here but oh... oh..." He mumbled as realisation dawned on him."Yes, there's no one else

"It was crazy. I got home, found the door open and heard noise from the kitchen. I peeked through the window and damn the mess I saw. The kitchen looked like a hurricane had hit it." I crinkled my nose."Tell me about it. I almost got a stroke when I walked in. It was fucking disgusting. I fucking swear if I didn't kill him before, I would have fucking done it because of what I saw. How the fuck does a grown-ass man make such a mess?" Michael snarled, gripping the fork so hard I felt it was going to break."Exactly what I thought too. I wanted to hide and wait until you came, but unfortunately, stealth isn't my strongest skill. He caught me and told me to come to him. I didn't have a choice, so I went in, and we talked.""Talked about what?""Well... um... He called you a liar and a snake. Said you were only pretending to be nice to me because I lost my memories when in reality you were really possessive and obsessive. He said we had broken up because I could no longer deal with that

Despite Michael being an asshole, he was quite fun to watch movies with. We were in the sixth? Seventh? Eighteenth? Honestly, I had lost count of how many movies we had watched the moment we had taken a break in the afternoon.Yes, fucking afternoon. Before I blinked, it was thirteen minutes past twelve.We had to take, like, a two-hour break to eat something other than popcorn and use the bathroom. By the time we returned, it was another marathon.Who knew early 2000s rom-coms were so addicting? It was now my new favourite genre.And Michael's presence, unfortunately, didn't spoil the mood like I expected. If not for his creepy obsession with me and the fact that he lied and killed Pablo, I was sure we would have been really, really good friends.Just friends. I won't still date him. My heart belonged to one man: Lorenzo, although I wasn't sure he cared.He was confusing. He told me he loved me. I swear he did, and I didn't hallucinate it. He had said with his mouth that he loved me

Ah, fucking shit! I forgot how fucking confusing this fucking road could be.I swear I would have been sure I had been awake for days if it was just a few seconds from disappearing from the sky.It wasn't helping that everything looked so damn similar. If I hadn't paid close attention to the day Michael and I went out, I would have been fucking lost. That was if I already wasn't.How were there so many roads intertwined, and where the fuck did they lead to? A dead end? Back to the cabin? To another damn city? To another fucking country? At this point, I might just have walked to Sinclair.The most annoying thing wasn't that our house was even that far; it was that I had to spend a good amount of time confirming if I was on the right track, and if I wasn't, I had to fucking retrace my steps.And worse, the feeling that someone was following me intensified by a thousand. It was like someone was following me, but wheneverI turned back or peeked behind my shoulders, there was nothing.It

"Fuck! Gwendolyn! Is that really you?" Lorenzo gasped, and my eyes watered.When was the last time I had heard that voice? Weeks ago! Fucking weeks ago, and they hadn't told me good things, but fuck me, my eyes were still full of tears because I fucking missed him! I fucking missed him so damn much that it hurts!I wanted to hug him and tell him everything was fucking ok and I was safe from that bastard Michael, but he was in who knows where."It's me, Lorenzo." I whispered as tears streamed down my face."How are you? Are you crying? Are you hurt? Did that fucking bastard hurt you?" He growled."I'm fine. I'm only crying because I'm so fucking happy to be talking to you. I've fucking missed you so damn much.""I've missed you too, my dear. I've fucking missed you. I've been looking fucking everywhere for you." He said it softly, and I melted.Lorenzo missed me! He fucking missed me! And had been looking for me! For me!"Where are you now? How are you able to contact me?""I ran away