All Chapters of STUCK WITH THE MAFIA TWINS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Love?” A fruity, silk and cool voice lowered its echo against my ear as my eyes creaked open. “Huh?” I breathed, trying to figure anything out. “What’s going on?” “Oh thank goodness you’re alive.” Another voice sighed. Alive? Was I supposed dead? “What?” I coughed, struggling to sit up as my voice became clearer. “You had an accident.” The fruity voice said. I turned my neck and met Ricci’s red, heavy eyes. “Ricci? Where are we?” I lifted my gaze to the ceiling and back to the floor yet nothing came to mind. The cold room sat pretty like my mind. “The hospital.” Ricci replied, taking my hand. “What?” I shouted as reality hit me. Am I giving birth? “Calm down Chelsea, let me explain to you.” Ricci began, tightening his grip on my palm and staring deeply into my soul. I nodded so desperately, waiting for him to start. “So here’s what happened,” he began. The harder I stared at him, the clearer the dried tears on his face shone. He cried? “We received threats at t

“Turn this car around, take me to the manor.” I ordered, vexed in my spirit. “Ma’am?” Nick creased, slowing down on the expressway. “Are you by chance deaf, Nick? Turn this damn car around and take me to the fucking manor right now!! If I have to repeat myself, you’d have more problems to worry about, believe me.” I threatened and Nick wasted no time in adhering to my demands. Sparks began flying across my mind… not the good or sexy kind of sparks you feel when you fall in love or some stupid bs, the kind you feel when you are absolutely angry and disgusted at everything single thing. Who the actual fuck does Nathara think she is? Who does she suppose herself to be posting such a thing? When did I become the toy or commodity of the Rutherfords? And of all things, eighteen million dollars? That’s how cheap I am to them? Fucking lunatics! I thought hard and deep and simply couldn’t come up with the right words or right approach and then I realized that I do not need a ‘ri

“No sir, I- I’m-“ I stuttered, already crying. “Didn’t I warn you?” He laughed, darkly. Approaching me, he spun me around and pinned the gun to my skull. “Don’t be fucking stupid, Chelsea. Don’t be fucking stupid!” He shouted before pushing me off. I tripped on Nick’s leg and fell, eye to eye with Nick on his chest. My heart’s pace picked up, second by second. “Get in the fucking car!!” I heard Blake yell a mile away. I looked up hurriedly and saw him getting in his car. Oh he wants me to ride with him back home? Choiceless much, I can’t be stuck in this forest! I ran towards the car, looking back each passing second at Nick’s bloodied body. Fear marred my insides… never have I seen anyone as heartless as a Rutherford. “Where did you grow up?” Blake tried to hold a conversation with me but in all honesty, I can’t make out words and I can’t make this up either… I’m scared for my fucking life! “In Italy sir.” I replied when his stare worsened. “Italy?” He smirked, stra

Once again, for the second time in one day, I froze… dead in the spot. What the hell? “Bruce…” I tried to yell but my voice came out as a little, mild whisper. Marie? A baby? When? “Ma’am?” Nick called me into reality but his anxious voice was hardly enough. Still very lost in my thoughts, I stared at the ground… picturing Marie pregnant. “Nicolas!” A firmer voice echoed from behind. “What’s going on here?” We turned around and locked eyes with dark eyed Ricci. “Your attention is needed at the manor sir.” Nick replied with some top notch professionalism. Ricci’s gaze glazed over me, stretching over every inch of my skin… carefully observing my countenance. I stood still, heavily dampened. “Chelsea,” he smirked before returning his gaze to Nick. The atmosphere changed as the day got darker, I kept panicking. “Did you hear me sir?” Nick chirped in. “Who needs my attention?” Ricci asked, clearly irritated at the thought of it. “Ricci,” I suddenly called before N

Restless and at the very verge of tears, I followed behind them like a vicious dog, hunting down its prey. “Ricci Rutherford! Ricci!” I yelled, ignoring the hell that is about to be let loose. For all I care, my father is in the same building as I am and I demand that I receive adequate answers to all my questions. “What do you want, Chelsea?” Ricci slowly stopped in his tracks, noticing that I am not about to back out of this fight. “What the fuck do you mean by that?” I yelled, internally controlling my breathing. I need my body to corporate with me because this ain’t no bitch fight. “Who is she anyways?” An officer asked. I stared at him so rudely, he probably had a self-evaluation excercise done immediately. “Ricci,” I returned my gaze back to Ricci and subsequently to my father who seems to have lost all his senses. He simply stared at me; bewildered. “Can we talk after the officers leave? Or at least in my office… after the officers leave?” Ricci persuaded, but