Semua Bab Angel In The Mafia’s Hell : Bab 1 - Bab 10

TWENTY-ONE YEARS EARLIEREvangeline “Wake up, Evangeline! Please, I beg you—wake up!” Chamilla’s whisper cracked like glass, her trembling fingers digging into my shoulders as if she could shake the life back into me.A low groan tore from my throat. Pain blazed through every nerve, my body a battlefield of bruises and broken fire. Even breathing felt like punishment, as though my own ribs had turned against me.Tears streaked Chamilla’s cheeks, falling hot onto my skin. “We must leave now. Before they come back.” Her voice was soaked in desperation, each word cutting through the haze in my head.The world blurred before sharpening in cruel fragments—her quivering mouth, the blood on my dress, the cellar walls stained with shadows. My vision spotted white, but when it cleared, I saw her expression collapse.“Why… why are you crying?” My own voice sounded strange, foreign, raw.Her lips trembled. “Because you’ve been beaten, signora.”Beaten. The word struck me harder than any fist ha

Evangeline Blood has a price, and tonight it was paid in full. Damian’s life for my freedom. The moment the truth hit, it felt like a blade twisted inside me. My lungs refused to work, grief crushing down like an iron vice.“No,” I gasped, my voice raw and shaking. “No, no, no! They killed him because of me—because I was too selfish, too blind!”Tears streamed uncontrollably, each drop heavier than the last. The guilt was unbearable, like drowning in chains I couldn’t shake off.Alonzo’s hand caught my face, his touch fierce yet unbearably gentle. His eyes burned into mine. “Evangeline, listen to me.” His voice cut through the chaos. “This is not your fault. Damian made his choice. His duty was to protect you, and he accepted the price. He knew what he was walking into.”But I couldn’t stop the sobs tearing out of me, couldn’t stop whispering broken apologies into the void. Damian… forgive me. Please, forgive me.“Evangeline!” Alonzo’s voice sharpened, urgent, desperate. “I need you

Giselle His gaze flicked past me, and I followed it—straight to the sight that ripped my soul in half.Mom’s body. Still. Silent. A blade of grief carved through my chest so violently I nearly collapsed beside her.“They stormed in without warning,” my father rasped, his voice fractured, broken. “They spoke Italian… and your mother—” He stopped, shuddering, eyes swimming with pain. “She looked at them like she knew them. Like she’d seen their faces before.”My hands fumbled at the ropes binding his wrists. “Dad, I need to get you out of here. Now.”“No—stop, baby. Stop!” His urgent plea froze me, my breath catching.I sank back onto my heels, shaking, meeting his feverish stare. “But I can’t just leave you tied here!”His chest heaved, blood staining the corner of his mouth. “Listen to me. Find Malik. He’ll keep you safe.”My tears blurred the room. “Uncle Malik? He knows about this? About them?”“There isn’t time,” he gasped. “They may still be in the house.”“Who, Dad? Who are they

Giselle The silence was so thick I could practically choke on it. My brain was doing that thing where it fires off questions like a broken machine gun—what the hell was so dangerous they couldn’t tell me? What kind of threat required witness protection program levels of secrecy? I felt like the unwilling star of some fucked-up thriller movie.“And this,” Malik said, finally breaking the death-silence as he handed me a phone that looked like it cost more than my college fund, “is your lifeline. My number’s in there, Madilyn’s too. Keep it short. Emergencies only. Got it?”I nodded, gripping the phone like it was a time machine that could somehow rewind to when my biggest problem was calculus homework. “Yeah. Got it,” I whispered, my voice doing that shaky thing that happens right before you completely lose your shit.Madilyn flashed me what was probably supposed to be a reassuring smile, but it looked more like something you’d give someone right before delivering bad news. “Live norma

He took a step back, laughing so loudly that I wouldn’t have been shocked if the other neighbors decided to come over and complain about the noise. Just as Luigi was about to make a comeback, his phone repeatedly dinged with notifications.“Oh, my God! I told you!” I placed my hands on my hips like a mother ready to scold a child. “If you’re going to stay and help, the phone needs to go.”“Help?” he replied, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. “No, baby girl. I only came here for the food.” He winked, answering his phone and strutting out of the kitchen.Moments like these reminded me how effortlessly Luigi could lighten my load, even for a day, just like Kara used to. It sometimes made me think of Kara and how I missed her like crazy. I often found myself wondering how she was doing and if she had found a way to deal with my supposed sudden death. It pained me to think of what must have gone through her mind after hearing the news.I sometimes wondered if he could read my though