Lahat ng Kabanata ng TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Elena was, indeed, surprised. Surprise doesn't even cut it enough.Not only had she never been on a train that fast and that exclusive, but she never imagined she'd get married on a moving train. It was as ridiculous as it was exhilarating. They had left the mansion one after the other. The cars didn't move in an entourage as was the norm. Jeremy explained that enemies were watching, so he ensured they didn't know anything until it was over. All of the cars they used that morning looked the same. Cobalt-black Audi range rovers. So, it looked like the same vehicle was entering and leaving the mansion. The train was empty except for members of the family there for the wedding. However, all the seats were paid for, so it'd seem to anyone watching that it was just another day at the train station. Someone from the Mafia replaced The train driver on the spot. Elena was tempted to ask how the Mafia has someone for everything, but she swallowed her question.Mama looked as intimidating as

Elena was awake but felt paralyzed. Like she was stuck in a dreary dream, in permanent limbo. She couldn't remember sleeping off, only that sleep was the only recourse she could find after yesterday's madness. Ruth B.'s dandelions played softly through her AirPods, but the soulful rhythm did nothing to eliminate the gunshot sounds she could still hear. It felt like she was back on the train, and the glasses were shattering, and the bullets were aimed at her, coming at breakneck speed. She sighed and got up mechanically. The side of the bed where she lay was soaked. It was a cold night, so the nightmarish memories of the train events must have caused her to perspire endlessly. "I need to shower", she muttered to herself. Only then did she realize she was still in her wedding dress. Her heels had been kicked off in different directions. She took one look at herself in the mirror and shuddered. Of all the messiest shits she had gotten herself into since she arrived, yesterday was the

Breakfast was supposed to be quick. Jeremy wasn’t in the mood for small talk, but Mama cooked. It was always eventful whenever she cooked. His home probably had more cooks than the Italian President’s, so Mama had no reason to cook. But the train incident made her feel grateful for life. So, it was a Thanksgiving meal in some way. He had to visit the families of his men who hadn’t made it out of the train. That’s why he decided to eat as little as possible. There wasn’t any time to dilly-dally. He glanced around the breakfast table. Every important person in the family was present, except for Jeremiah. Where did you go off to, X? He wondered. Of course, reports had been sent to him from different sources that Jeremiah had left the mansion very late last night. No one was sure where he went to buy Jeremy could guess. “You look lean”, Mama says to Jeremy. “I’m not, Mama. You’re in shock”. “Shock? Do you think the shock is enough to quantify what I feel? That’s the least. Father Ber

Jeremy's POV"Sorry to interrupt, Sir. But we need to talk". X's interruption is the proverbial bell that saves the cat. I have no idea why my Gazelle is jittery about taking her call in front of me. I don't suspect anything, not really. I just think she must have a good reason. I hope whoever is on the other side of the phone isn't trouble—for her or the family. I motioned to X that I'd be with him shortly. Then, I grab my Gazelle by the waist in a move I can sense she considers unprecedented. I don't kiss her on the lips, no. I think she's not quite ready for all that, and I have no idea why. I give her a giant kiss on her forehead. The feel of her hair on my bare chest sends waves of tingling sensations down my legs. "We will continue this later, my Gazelle. You can choose to rest here if you wish. If that call is any trouble, let me know right away. Okay?"She nods slightly. I grab a shirt from the hanger and my favorite gun from the vanity table, then exit the room with X tra

Everyone likes to think that growing up in a certain way doesn't change you. They want to think of themselves as superior, as infallible. As people who cannot be pushed around by the whims of their geography and destinies. They don't know that the biggest lie one can tell is to say, "It can never be me". It will and can always be you. Anytime, any day. You just need to be presented with the right offer under the right circumstances. Even worse for you, if the person presenting the offer knows exactly what you want and can make it happen. Growing up in the slums of Mexico and then being sent to live with his maternal grandfather in the dirtier slums of Italy, Boniface understood these things. He knew that as a drifter, any chance to make it in life could be your only chance. So you seize it and not worry about the moralities of ifs and maybes. No point trying to act superior to the harsh realities of an inferior geography or destiny. Boniface knew he couldn't ever become Jeremy Cali