Mafia's Redemption: TERZO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

DANISomewhere in RussiaIlya Vasilyev’s territoryIt was five in the morning as I stepped outside the exit door of the nightclub. My footsteps quickened, and my high heels clicking the pavement in the alley echoed so loudly. The streetlights cast an orange glow over the sidewalk, still the easiest way to get mugged.My apartment was just around the corner. For the past days, something had changed in the air. The city was supposed to be safe, even the nightclub I worked for the last three months, but it didn’t feel the same anymore, or I was just getting too paranoid.I hugged my tote bag tight as the night air was too cold, like a knife against my skin. Despite wearing a thick coat, it felt like it seeped through my bones. The eerie silence made my skin prickle until something shifted in the air, like something was about to happen. My heart thudded against my ribs as I began to run, and my legs moved faster of their own accord. I knew I was right to be paranoid. I could feel it. So

DANIIt happened so fast. I froze in terror, completely paralyzed. My entire body had locked up as I watched the man, Terzo, as something resembling pain across his face– pain. He was shocked, too. The gun, a pistol I found in the drawer earlier, dropped from my hand after a single gunshot was fired. It thudded against the floor, echoing in the entire apartment. I could still see the smoke curled from the barrel and smelled the acrid scent of the gunpowder mingled in the air. I wasn’t a violent person. In fact, I never kicked or punched anyone in my entire life, but I guess, knowing who my father was, violence might just run in the DNA. Maybe I was truly my father’s daughter. The men with guns who just barged into my door caught me off guard, and I didn’t realize I was already pulling the trigger. Oh, God. I blinked rapidly. My body violently tremored. What have I done? I watched Terzo clutch his bleeding shoulder. Was he going to die? Was I going to prison? Of course, I was goin

DANI“Where the fuck have you been, Dani?” Deck’s voice echoed throughout his penthouse. “You’re gone for four months, and now you just appear in my home?” He was sometimes a dick, an asshole, but I had nowhere else to go where Terzo Siciliano couldn’t easily get an access to.I knew for a fact Terzo couldn’t just barge in here, knowing who Deck’s father was. The Siciliano may be dangerous and ruthless, but Terzo wouldn’t dare risk their lives for me. I meant nothing to them but their pawn for their mafia’s games. “Can I crash here for a night or two?” I knew Deck couldn’t keep his junk in his pants. I was sure there were already different women in and out of his penthouse. At this moment, I didn’t care. I need a safe place to stay. If Terzo was able to find me while I was in Ilya’s territory, I was sure he knew people who worked with the mobs. He had connections everywhere.“If I don’t care for you, you wouldn’t get through the security.” He descended downstairs and stopped in fron

DANI“Please, help me! I need your help!”“Hey.” There was a pause, a moment of silence before a deep, husky male voice came to the speaker again. “Calm down. You should call 911.”“No, please, don’t hang up—” I gasped and jolted up in bed, disoriented as I felt a large hand gripping my shoulder and shaking me lightly. “Hey,” said the giant man, the size of Volk, standing before me. He was a few years older than Terzo, but he looked trustworthy in his dark blue suit and tie.My eyes landed on the semi-opened hotel room. He seemed instinctive and noticed my cynicism and mistrust.“You called my phone earlier this morning. I’m Gabe Linden.” He offered his large hand. I immediately recognized his voice before he connected to the other line, wherever it was that saved my life. I swallowed hard as I hesitantly shook his hand. He gripped it tightly and warmly before he smiled. “You can trust me. Whoever gave you my number just saved your life.” He must have noticed the bruises on my chin

DANII didn’t know a life of a mafia made a decent living and seemed normal. Of course, they made a lot of money. They laundered money. They sold drugs and guns. They trafficked humans. Terzo was driving a 2024 Chevy Malibu, way better than the car I drove before I left my old life. As we drove through the busy city street, I thought of how to ask about our living arrangement. I wanted to know the mysterious Terzo Siciliano. I wanted to know his intentions on why he went through this great length and got shot just to take me with him.“Did my father owe you a huge load of money?”“No.”“Do you owe my father a debt?”He barely looked at me before he focused his attention back on the busy street. “Then what is it that you want from me?”I got nothing but silence. “I want to get some things from my apartment.”“I’ll buy anything you need.”“I don’t want you to spend money on me. I still have clothes from my apartment.”He seemed to reconsider what I said and sighed. He turned right,