All Chapters of Cruel Capone: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Whitney’s POVMy back was pressed against the cold wall, my breath slow and measured. Everything Casio had taught me over the past month played like slideshows, showing me what to do in each specific situation. Stay low, stay quiet. Think three steps ahead of your opponent. That was on the top of the pinboard in my mind.I had to think of something to tell Casio, who is involved, just in case things went south. Crouching, I scanned the area, my eyes adjusted to the dark hallways. Just as I was about to turn a corner, a shadow passed, slow, heavy footsteps. Two of them. I took a breath in and exhaled slowly, trying to calm the panic that was clawing at my throat. I moved towards a small desk.Opening the drawer slowly and quietly, biting my lower lip, I took out a pen and a piece of paper. I didn’t take much time to write a long message, just the names Ansaldo, Levi. Folding the paper, then placed it inside of my bra. Then, with calculated movements, I slid towards the door, pressing m

Whitney’s POVMy body went limp, and Ansaldo’s grip eased, smirking. “Bring her.” I fell to the ground. “And show me you can do a proper job this time.” He said coldly.I felt a shard of broken glass close to my hand and took it with the little strength I had left. Then I felt arms slipping underneath me and lifting me into the air. I waited for the perfect opportunity, and with the little bit of strength I had, I slammed the shard of glass into the man’s neck. Blood started to pour out of his neck. The man gulped as he struggled to breathe. With that, his arms weakened, and I fell to the ground.“You fucking bitch!” Ansaldo yelled out.I stumbled forward toward a gun. My chest heaved as panic surged through my body. The man staggered, covering his throat, trying to stop the bleeding; his eyes were wide in disbelief. I reached the gun and quickly turned around to face Ansaldo, gun raised.“Like I said, I’m not as weak anymore.” I rasped, my voice shaking but laced with fury.Ansaldo l

Whitney’s POVIt has been a week since we arrived at the cabin tucked deep within the mountains. Away from the city lights, far from the chaos that I now call my life. We still have no information on the Rivera Brothers; they are still missing, and there have been no leads. That thought gnawed on me. What if they find us? Me? What were they planning? Fuck, it was a thought that crosses my mind daily.The quietness of the woods made my thoughts run wild like a wolf running through the trees at full speed. Except that a wolf dodges the branches, unlike me, every branch hits me with force, slamming me to the ground. The rustle of the trees brought me back to reality. The wind was picking up as nighttime started to settle in. Mist started to hug the trees and cover the road.Footsteps caught my attention, and Casio stepped towards me with a cup of coffee in his hand and a blanket in the other. I took the cup from him with a soft smile, “Thank you.” He then wrapped the blanket around me, m

Whitney’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest. Here I was again in the hands of a Mafia family that wants me. Why did these men want me? I understand it was a way to get to Casio, but usually one dies in the hands of those who want revenge, but here I was still alive. The calmness and silence of the cabin were worrisome. The slightest loud sound, Marcus and William will come storming in, and who knows what they will do.“These ropes are tied good,” I said softly, wincing as the rope scraped my wrists raw.Casio let out a low chuckle, “Yeah, I considered recruiting whoever did it.” But his amusement quickly died. “They will learn not to underestimate me.” I felt him fidgeting with his hands as he tried to escape the ropes.“Do you think this is the last time we will be together? If so, I would at least like to have one more night with you.” I said teasingly.He chuckled once again, “You’re strangely very calm. I’m impressed.”“Well, I learned from the best. But we can’t let these two dick