บททั้งหมดของ OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Aurora's father POV "Sir," a man called gingerly behind me, too afraid to speak up too loud."Are you going to just let the mistress stay there with them?" He asked and I nodded."W-why sir?" He asked and I stilled."Because I don't want her running away from me, I don't want her sneaking away from me, it wasn't their fault she was kidnapped, it's not their job to eradicate all the traffickers, the only fault they had was be together among the people who saw her only as a sex object," I responded, staring back at the hospital."But you're not going to let her just be," He said and I nodded, and turned to one of my most trusted men, whispering into his ears."I think he's asking too many questions sir, there has to be something about him..." Martell said."Find information about him, secretly, make sure you've solid information about him before you lay him off and you know the way, torture to death," I said."And about the young mistress sir?" He asked.“Make sure all three of them ar

Nevio's POV Three weeks later Three weeks after being discharged from the hospital, three weeks of training Aurora, three weeks of being close to the woman I'd die for, and three weeks of finding information about the traffickers, tonight was a night out."Are we all set?" I asked as I adjusted the gun behind me, putting my knife in place while Nestore dressed Aurora, arming her with the right equipments."Aurora," I called, stepping closer."There's still time to back out of this...""No, don't bring that up when we're already at the most critical point, I didn't back out of those intense trainings to back out now Nevio," she cut, stepping closer."Let's go," she muttered and turned to leave.Nestore and I walked after her, to the car that was already waiting outside."Where are we headed to?" I asked Nestore."I got information that they're having a meeting tonight, a scheme to get more girls..." I watched Aurora's body tense at the mention of more girls but held it back.Nestore’

Nestore's POV "Mr Cavarallo," a guard called, stepping into the living room."There's someone here, Draci, he's here for you," He relayed and stood still, awaiting orders.Nevio and I turned to each other before gesturing to let him in."Cavarallo..." He dragged as he walked in, his step pausing at the sight of Aurora."Is that...""What are you here for Draci?" Nevio cut in, pulling his glare away from Aurora."Nothing, I came to return the company you wanted to give me," He said, stepping closer."It wasn't a joke when we said we were going to give up the company for the information that we needed..." "I know, you sent the papers, but I'm not going to let you throw away your life because you want to find information about the traffickers," He said, throwing the papers."I didn't sign the document, and here's the most explicit information you'll be needing, the one for the lady you're looking for.""They're located off grid, off camera, no where where you can find them even if you

Nestore’s POVThe river smelled like blood and danger, the kind of smell that sat on the back of your tongue and reminded you of everything you’d ever been willing to lose. We rode the trawler low and quiet, three shadowed figures against the hum of a diesel engine and the soft slap of water. Marco kept his face in the boat’s fold, eyes on the shoreline. Paolo checked the ropes again, though they’d been checked twice already. Aurora sat between Nevio and me, small and taut as a wire. She hadn’t spoken in hours; her jaw was set like something brittle. Every so often she’d close her fists and let them relax. I watched the motion because it told me what words did not...she was ready.We’d gone over the plan until the words had become muscle memory. Sergio — Draci’s man — would be at the harbor master’s office at dusk, his card tucked inside the ledger like a secret. He’d slip the key signal and a lantern placed in the office window, an old code that meant the generator would be cut for

Nestore's POV Needing to be needed is a dangerous grace. It made me push off the ground, the pain a bell in my ribs. Nevio dragged the nearest man’s gun away with a sharp twist and fired down the line of the compound like a man with nothing left to prove. Marco and Paolo were already fighting at the water’s edge, pulling girls into the boat. A woman with a bruise down her temple crawled into Aurora’s arms and clung to her like a lifeline.We staggered, limping and moving because there was no time to be noble. A trash can erupted in a spray of flame as a stray round hit a can of petrol; the night flickered orange and the smell of burning rubber kissed the air. Someone behind us cursed and then screamed. Rocco, who had been on rounds, was shouting into a radio that now screeched back to life—somebody had a backup power source.“Move faster!” I shouted. “Get them to the boat!”Sergio sprinted beside me, face pale with the engine of fear. “The breaker will come back online in three minut