All Chapters of Escaping The Mafia Devil: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

#Day 18# "... all day, but he has been ignoring me, and he's so f*cking good at it that I almost started doubting if I existed. And after class, he suddenly disappeared." I groaned as Clara and I walked out of the campus building to the parking lot, hoping we would find Cory. "You can't blame him, though. I would probably do the same too. Lorenzo did humiliate him." Clara replied with a sheepish smile. "I know that's why I'm trying to— wait, is that him?" I narrowed my eyes at a familiar figure heading to a familiar car, and I grinned. "Hey! Cory! Wait!" I yelled as I ran to him. He looked over his shoulder, spotting me, and increased his pace, but before he could get into his car, I hopped in front of him, blocking him. "Finally I've been able to get to." I panted from my small exercise and grinned. "Move, Gwen. I'm in a hurry." He grunted as he eyed me. "Look, about yesterday I'm—" "Forget it. It doesn't matter. Could you move? I don't have time for this?" He growled

"Beautiful, isn't it? It's one of the best restaurants in this city and my personal favourite." Michael said as we walked into the restaurant. "It's alright." I shrugged. It was gorgeous with classic designs that seemed to come out from a Victorian-era painting, but I couldn't muster up any excitement. Not when I was constantly wishing that my date would choke on his fish bone and die. But if I were with Lorenzo... Did he even know what was happening? Clara and Benny must have already reported it to him. At least I could count on him coming to rescue me because there was no way he would allow me to go on a date with Michael even if there was nothing between us. He hated him too much to leave me with him. Hell, he was pissed that I went out with Cory; I didn't want to imagine how mad he was when he found out I was literally forced on this date. A storm was coming, and I was f*cking at the centre of it all. F*cking great. "I'll lead you to your table, Mr Amadeo." A waitres

I cringed as the sickening sound of bone cracking filled the air and Michael tumbled off the chair. Ouch! That was definitely broken and was going to hurt like a b*tch. "How f*cking dare you cause trouble on my turf?" Lorenzo snarled as Michael stumbled to his feet. He touched his nose, and his eyes darkened at the blood on his fingertips. "You broke my nose! F*ck you!" He cussed, balling his hands into fists, and he lunged at him. Lorenzo dodged his attack and landed another blow in his belly, and he stumbled back. "You think you can come into my territory and act like a f*cking madman! How dare you go after Gwendolyn? Did you think I wouldn't know you, you little piece of sh*t? Are you f*cking trying to start a war?" He barked, and I paled. A war! A f*cking war! I didn't want a f*cking war to happen because of me! Couldn't we sit down and discuss this like mature adults instead of throwing fists and talking about a full-blown mafia group war like it was another Tuesday?

#Day 19# My alarm rang for the fifth time that morning, and I finally hit it off, but I still didn't feel like standing up. The weather was rainy and stormy, as if reflecting my down mood, and I sighed. I wanted to stay in bed all day, but I had class, and I needed to be downstairs for breakfast. Groaning, I sat up and picked up my mother's photo on my bedside table. "Happy birthday, Mom." I whispered as tears gathered in my eyes. "And sad death-niversary. I can't believe it's been seven years already." I had always hated today. Before, it was my second favourite day after my own birthday because mom and I would spend the whole day celebrating and having fun. But after she died on that same f*cking day, it became the worst, and normally, I would have been gloomy and depressed the few days leading up to it, but the whole drama with Lorenzo, Michael and Cory that happened was a good distraction. But nothing in this world could lift my mood today. Sighing, I dropped the

Lorenzo wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into a hug. "She died, Lorenzo. On her f*cking birthday. I don't know what happened. One moment we were preparing to leave the hospital; the next, she had gone into cardiac arrest. The doctors that had been telling me she was recovering perfectly suddenly noticed there had been a problem with her heart that couldn't be diagnosed until it was fatal. How the f*ck did they not f*cking diagnose that when she was in the sh*tty hospital for weeks!" I cried as I clung to him. "A few hours after the cardiac arrest, she died. She f*cking died, just like that. All because of a stupid drunken driver that was still permitted bail though he had murdered my mom! It wasn't f*cking fair! If it weren't for him, she would have still been alive. There was so much she wanted to do, but her life was f*cking cut short." Lorenzo held me tighter, stroking my hair and muttering comforting words in my ear as I sobbed into his chest. A few minutes later, my cr