Semua Bab Cruel Capone: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Whitney’s POV The soft rays of the morning light spilled in through the half-open blinds. My lashes fluttered open to meet the bright early sun. For a moment, I lay still, my gaze fell to the man beside me. Casio lay on his back, his chest slowly rose and fell with the rhythm of his deep sleep. His dark hair was a mess, and his lips were slightly parted. Letting my gaze linger on him for just a moment longer. Smiling to myself. Careful not to wake him, I slipped out from under the sheets. The cool floor beneath my feet sent a chill down my spine. I silently padded towards the bathroom. Closing the door with a soft click behind me, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I turned on the shower, and the steam from the hot water was already starting to fog up the mirror. The heat was welcoming and sharp against my skin. Allowing the water to run down my back, soaking into my hair as my thoughts drifted to the previous night. Casio’s body against mine, his lips, his hands ro

Casio’s POVI waited outside of Whit’s work. I leaned against the passenger’s side of my car. I looked around and noticed the sun had dipped just low enough to cast long shadows over the sidewalk. Glancing at my watch, it was already six, Whitney would be walking through those doors any minute. As I waited, I scanned the area and noticed Levi standing on the other side of the road, reading a newspaper.Levi gave me a nod; I gave him a nod, dismissing him from his post, and he closed the newspaper and walked down the pathway. Giving my watch another glance, twenty minutes had passed. Where was Whitney? Pushing myself away from the car to go inside, Whitney stepped out. Releasing a sigh of relief. She walked towards me like someone coming out of a fog.Her movements were stiff, distracted. When her gaze met mine, she gave me a soft, forced smile.“Hey,” I said, pushing myself off the car and met her hallway. “Everything okay?”She blinked, as if she was surprised to see me. Then she qui

Whitney’s POVMy eyes were heavy, and I was greeted by the scent of damp earth. Mold. Rusted metal. I stirred, but my limbs felt like lead. My head throbbed with a slow, pounding ache. The world was fuzzy, and the stillness started to settle in. I tried to move my hands, but I couldn’t, and panic struck like lightning.My arms were bound behind me. My ankles, too. I could feel the rope cutting into my skin. Twisting, testing the restraints, but they were too tight. I forced my eyes open. Darkness. A horrible darkness. There wasn’t even one window, not even a light broke through any gap if there was one. Noticing only a tiny, flickering red glow in the far corner, a light from… a camera?A chill ran down my spine.Where am I?I tried to slow down my breathing to calm myself in the chaos that hammered inside my chest. Leaning against the cold, damp cold stone wall. The floor beneath me was rough, concrete, or dirt. There were faint sounds outside the door. Dripping water? Something craw

Whitney’s POVThe room was cold. The kind of cold that seeped into my bones. It had been hours, maybe longer. My wrists were hurting; my skin throbbed with each heartbeat. The struggle of cutting the rope with the small splinter was taking a toll on me. The silence in the room was deafening; only my breathing filled the air. My eyes drifted to the corner again, where the camera hung.The tiny red light on the lens was still off. But that didn’t mean no one was watching. Still, I stared back at it; defiance simmered behind my exhaustion. I refused to let them see my fear. I swallowed hard, leaning back against the crate, retrieving my strength. Fuck! Why was this so hard? I listened for any sign of movement outside the door. No footsteps. No angry voices barking through the door.Exhaling, shaky but focused. I knew I had to try again, even if I was so tired and cold. I just had to. Once again, I twisted my wrists, ignoring the pain, and I pressed the rope against the shard. It scratche

Casio’s POVA sudden crash shattered the tension. Outside, a sharp cry and the unmistakable sound of a struggle.Ansaldo’s eyes darted in the direction of the sounds, “What the hell-“I moved. In a flash, I closed the distance between us, slamming my shoulder into his chest. The chair clattered to the floor as he stumbled backward, then fell to the ground. I pinned him hard against the ground. “You brought this on yourself,” I said, then landed a punch to his face. He fought back, jabbing his hand towards my injured leg. Pain flared, but I didn’t let go. Not this time. Landing another punch, then came the bang of a gunshot.My heart pounded as I pressed Ansaldo harder against the floor, “One by one, your men will fall. You lost your advantage.”Ansaldo spat blood, smirking through a split lip, “Then I’ll just have to make a new one.”With a swift movement, he managed to remove the concealed knife that was hidden in his belt. He swung it towards me; I dodged it before it could cut me.