All Chapters of OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Nestore's POV My phone pinged in my pocket and I reached out to bring it out to a picture.Blurry and dark, but there was the outline of a face I'd been searching for long enough."What is it? You look like you just saw a ghost," Nevio said, standing up to me.I could barely process what it was he continued saying as he walked towards me."Meet me at this location now, if you still want her alive," The message under it read."Nestore," Nevio called, shaking my shoulder. "What the hell is it?"I swallowed hard, my eyes still glued to the message.“Meet me at this location now, if you still want her alive.”Under it was a pinned location—one I recognized immediately. An abandoned train yard on the outskirts of the city. Isolated. Quiet. Dangerous.I turned the phone around and showed it to him.Nevio’s face went blank, “Is that...?”I nodded. “It’s them, I don’t know how, but they're the ones and they have them,""Think straight, Nestore, it could be bait; this picture doesn't look lik

Nestore's POV "I'll drive," Nevio said, shifting me from the steering."You're not in a position to drive Nevio, let me do it," I argued, but he held out his arm, blocking the steering from me."This is not the fuckin time to argue about who's fit and who's not Nestore, let me drive, and when we get to the hospital, we'll think about who's fitter,""Let's just go home, Nevio; I don't trust anyone at the hospital; anything could happen, anyone could be a threat, anyone could do anything, make attempts to kill us, because we're already weak," I tried explaining."Your worries are valid, but we would die, Nestore, if we go untreated," He said and started the car."Stop the fucking car Nevio, drive home or do no drive at all," I yelled, my guts tightening and fresh blood oozing from the gunshot wounds.He paid no heed to my words and continued driving instead, but I wasn't going to allow him.With one swift move, I reached out for the steering, haggling for the wheel.“You want to die so

Aurora's POV I swallowed hard as I stared at their faces. Battered, wounded and something akin to death.I wasn't supposed to, whether they lived or died was not supposed to be any of my concern, but from the corner of the room I stood.I could see the hurt in their eyes, and the desperate need to find whoever it was they were looking for, and from what I could gather...a sister, a lover.It was nothing but pity even if I wasn't supposed to, even if I as supposed to hate everything related to them, they were worn out, too stubborn to admit but I could see the weakness underneath the fire that burned in their eyes and maybe just maybe, after all of this, they'd let me go."The driver is here Mr Cavarallo," the doctor announced.I nodded and walked towards them, holding my hands out to support them up."I can get up myself, I don't need you acting like a guardian," He snapped."Noted," I said, quietly, pulling my hands back immediately, expression unreadable.But his feet barely stood

Nestore's POV "The maids had me bring this over to you," Aurora said, placing a tray of food on the table."Why didn't they bring it themselves, why do you have to be the one that was sent?" I asked, staring suspiciously at her."Because... They just had me bring it—""Eat it," I ordered."What?" I said, you need to eat it Aurora, I don't trust you with anything and I'm certainly not going to trust you with my food. I said, nudging the tray of food closer to her."Um..." she hesitated, her hand hovering over the spoon."Don't make me repeat myself!" I growled, my nerves popping as I nudged the tray even closer. "Eat. It."She swallowed hard, eyes flicking from the tray to my face. I didn’t blink, didn’t move, just stared.She picked up the spoon, scooping a small portion of the rice and stew onto it. Her fingers trembled slightly, and she tried to hide it—but I saw it. I saw everything.“Eat,” I repeated, my voice like ice.She brought the spoon to her mouth and took the bite, chewi

Nestore's POV The picture that was sent, Nevio, stop making me repeat myself like an idiot," I growled impatiently."I didn’t get any fucking pictures," he said, brows furrowed. "Where’s what you got?"I reached into my back pocket and shoved the folded photo into his chest. He grabbed it, unfolded it carefully, and stared. His face didn’t change at first—then his eyes widened, just a little. Just enough for me to see the hit land.“Is that… Ayla?” he muttered. My jaw flexed. “She’s alive.”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My fists were already clenched at my sides. The longer I looked at that photo, the harder it became to breathe."We cannot go to look for her, Nestore; they're going to kill her," Nevio said, holding me back from leaving."It doesn't matter, I cannot let them stay any longer, not even for a second," I retorted."How the fuck are you going to search for her? Where do you know that she might be? And you want to go out and look for her right? So that when you find her, h