Slave To The Mafia Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

Rayna One minute, I was in the car with Reeves, my brain to understand what was about to unfold before me. The next minute, I was dragged from the car towards the back of the building and through a door located on the ground that led to part of the pack house I never knew existed. His chuckle echoed in my head—that exact chuckle from the call at the health center. That chuckle from the footage at the underground cell at the warehouse. That was him? No fucking way. “Reeves, there had better be an ‘I'm just playing with you’ coming up.” I said nervously. I could already feel my heart pounding in my chest. He folded his arms, pacing slowly as I took them to look around my surroundings. “Where are we? What is all this, Reeves? I'm in no mood to play games.” “Oh we were done playing games when I hit checkmate.” My heart dropped to my stomach instantly. “Are…Are you trying to be funny?” A nervous chuckle escaped my lips. His lips curved into a smile, “always so ignorant to every

Sven It was past 2 am and I was nowhere near sleepy. The bed felt extremely hard on my back; it was as though I was lying on a plank or a rock.The room was dimly lit. The silence was louder than any noise I had heard in this house in the past week.I kept turning from one side to the other, trying to find a comfortable spot at least…but nothing.I couldn't explain if I was scared, depressed, or both.I haven't been able to get Rayna's kidnap out of my head and left to me, I would storm into Arnaldo's building, take it apart brick by brick until I found her…but Carlos kept talking about acting rationally, about working carefully, about thinking with our heads and not our emotions.My pack, my business, my life, everything suffered more now than when I thought she had left me.I felt useless being unable to do anything because I had no idea what to do.I felt rage running in me every passing minute just at the thought of her in the hands of the Arabs.I honestly hoped I found her befo

RaynaI couldn't tell the time, but I could feel hours passing. I could feel the heat stripping me of every single strength in my body. The food was still placed neatly on the tray, everything intact, everything untouched.I couldn't tell what the time was, but I knew it was late.My throat felt dried and I doubted I would survive till the next day without food or water.A part of me told me to swallow what was left of my pride and eat up. Another part of me begged me not to give in to this abuse and leave the food till when next Reeves would come down here.How was it possible that no maid or kitchen staff had the need to come down here? Where the hell was the main door that led in and out of here?I couldn't even yell because my throat felt dried up.Everything I was made to endure now, was far worse than whatever I had to endure at the club.Reeves wasn't going to risk taking me out of here because of everything I knew now.Was he going to finally kill me? Was he going to finally

Rayna I was either woozy from the heat or losing it because of hunger. Everywhere was silent, but I could hear Dana's voice ringing at the back of my head.I called out to her, but she gave no reply and I suddenly felt like a mad woman. I was calling out to something that had been dead for a long time.I walked back to the shelf where I had been resting my back and sat back down on the floor.I leaned backwards and shut my eyes tightly. I could feel my stomach rumbling, but I couldn't see myself eating a food brought by Reeves.‘That means we'll both end up dead any moment from now.’I jolted my head up, a frown settling on my face.“Dana?” I called out again.‘Yes, Rayna?’I felt my heart beat pick up pace almost immediately. Did she actually reply?“Wait, you're alive?” The words came out suddenly, disbelief still lingering.‘Well, not for long if you keep starving us.’I pushed myself up the floor, a deep frown on my face as I tried to make sure I wasn't hearing things.“I'm not

Rayna “I'm losing hope here, Dana.” I whined for the 5th time, my back still on the floor of this hell whole.Everywhere smelt even more dusty than when I was first brought down here.The air was stiff and choked up. I could feel my body stick to the ground. I was practically melting.‘I think Sven is on his way.’Her words hit me like a truck, her voice ringing like a gong.Sven was coming?I pushed myself up the floor, “are you serious?”‘I think so.’The last thing I needed at this point was false hope. I had too much going on inside to put myself in the line for a heartbreak again.I was just about to lie on the floor once again when I heard noises coming from behind the food shelf I had been resting on earlier.“Um…” I turned around, staring at it weirdly as the noise grew louder.“Open the fucking door!” Sven's voice echoed from the other side.“Sven.” His name left my lips in unbelief.I moved away from the shelf, staring at it with hope that it was about to burst open…and it