Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

It took me seconds to realize the situation I was in. There was a man over me—smells like shit—his disgusting breaths on my bare neck as he was trying to tear off my pants.I pushed him with all the strength I could muster, forced by a wave of adrenaline. And he staggered a few steps back, but it was a short-lived victory.It was too dark that I couldn't recognize his face features. All I could see was his shiny evil eyes. I screamed desperately, “Help! Someone help me, please!”“Shut up, you little slut.” he hissed, slapping my face, and roamed over my bare thighs with his other hand.When I was about to scream again, he covered my mouth with his hand. My body was betraying me, I started losing it and I felt interacted. I shook my head to both sides trying to keep myself warned. I bit down hard on his palm and scratched his face. My defenses started to crack. I felt something was off with my body. I must be drunk.“You, little bitch!” he shouted, grabbing my hair and I cried out i

Aunt Miranda spat in my face as she snarled, “You filthy little devil. I don’t know why my brother Gerald brought you back. He should’ve thrown you out into the streets where you belong.”This wasn’t the first time Aunt Miranda had insulted me—I was used to it by now.But this was the first time she did it openly… and no one stopped her.I stumbled standing, looked at them in panic, clenching the bedsheet tightly around my body, hoping to find someone—anyone—who would believe me, who would hold me.But…I wasn’t used to their coldness, so their silence felt like knives piercing my heart.They were all I had in this world—my only family.I collapsed to the floor again, screaming that I was innocent.“It’s not how it looks in the video! Someone edited it—someone faked it!”Papa Gerald came back at the sound of my hysterical screams, pain and disappointment clouding his eyes… maybe even heartbreak.For a moment, a flicker of hope lit up inside me—But it was shattered the second he spoke

“Wow, Mammy! I’m excited to see what’s inside… I think it’s a car!” Angelo squealed with his usual lisp. I laughed at his clear joy and excitement.“Let’s get inside quickly, you’ll see it then. It’s too cold out here,” I said, nudging him forward with my hands full of small boxes while he insisted on carrying the large gift box himself. It was nearly larger than his size, and he almost stumbled under its weight.I frowned as I stared at the small, motorized car which now parked in the middle of my living room. Its cost was obviously too high and I doubted Teresa could afford it.I called her immediately. When I asked, she laughed and I could sense the grin on her face as she said, “I figured it might be a secret admirer. He insisted I not tell you anything unless you asked, after you’d taken the gift home.”I swallowed hard, clutching the phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. It was the exact model Angelo had wanted for his birthday. I couldn’t find it—it was only available by

I stared at the streets of New York, bursting with fast-paced energy and night lights that made it seem like midday, through out the bulletproof black SUV window. Luca was driving, with Marco seated beside him. Angelo was asleep in my lap as I was questioning my decision to return to this place—which brought back painful memories of that cursed day.Was it a good decision? Or was it a mistake that would reopen wounds I’d been trying to forget?My gaze shifted from the window and locked with Luca’s captivating eyes in the rearview mirror. A shiver ran down my spine, and butterflies erupted in my stomach. How could he still affect me the way he used to be in the past?I drafted my gaze away as I sighed, pretending to be bored. I wasn’t going to let my stupid heart fall again. Not this man. Never.I heard a scoffed laugh—dry one— from Luca at my reaction.Security vehicles surrounded us from the front and the back. Why all this tight protection? I remember Papa Gerald always insisting

My hand froze on the door handle. I knew that accent of order so well. A shower of recognition washed me over. Now I can understand. With a smirk, I sniffed, “Engagement?”I met their eyes with a smile that didn't reach my eyes. “To get engaged to one of your ally mobsters?” Then paused with a challenge. "No, thanks. I'm fine with my normal life, raising my son.” My heavy words echoed through the room. No one should say No to Papa. Their expressions were varied, though.But Papa’s gaze was the one that caught my attention for a brief moment. He stared deep into my eyes as if he were trying to read me.“That’s a brave talk from a little brat to say to modsters,” Luca sniffed back with a sarcastic tone, emphasizing the last word. He was now sitting on one of the wide couches.What was wrong with him hating me that much? We didn't see each other for six years. He had changed, not just from the outside. I could barely recognize the Luca I knew inside this cruel, ruthless man.“The engag