All Chapters of Trapped in the Mafia’s hell: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

GabriellaIt wasn't what I expected the place to look like. It wasn't just a normal date, it was a business meeting and I was his date, his trophy wife, one he could show off to his hungry-looking friend.“Shit!” I muttered when I almost tripped, and he squeezed my hand lightly, staring at me.“Are you okay?” He asked and I rolled my eyes.Why was he acting like he cared all of a sudden, I adjusted my dress looking away. “You don’t have to act like you care we both know you don’t give a fuck about me, this is just a facade, to deceive your gullible and evil friends.” “Maybe, but then it’s better you behave yourself or I won’t hesitate to waste you here!”I stiffened immediately; something about his tone told me he was serious. Was he earnest? So I wasn’t even safe here? “And do not drink anything here or you might end up with your father!” He added. Shit! That was insulting but necessary. I was going to pour myself a glass of tequila to maybe loosen up and force a smile but now

GabriellaThe plan was simple: wait until dawn and sneak out of the mansion with the key Luca had provided. But little did I know that my plans were about to be an epic failure.Marcello had been to the House of Hell casino, according to Adrianna, and I was all alone in my room, plotting and mapping out my escape plans.“You look distant!”Andrianna's voice jolts me out of my reverie, and I feign a smile. “I’m just sad about my father’s death!” I muttered, leaning against the headboard, and she caressed my hands softly.“I know what my brother did to your family is terrible and there is no amount of apology that would heal that wound!” She pleaded.I swallowed, nodding, pretending to understand what she was saying, but deep down I needed her to leave so I could escape. I stared at the wall clock behind her. It was almost six pm. “Thank you, Andrianna, thank you for keeping me company but I’d like to take a nap.”“Oh, it’s alright, I’d let you rest.” With that Adrianna stormed out of

MarcelloI had that dream again, the one where the family house had caught fire, I could still hear the screams of my mother and my stepfather. One second they were inside alone dancing to the jazz music, another second they were burning in hell.Just like in every other one of my dreams I found myself at the back of a truck with three-year-old Andrianna, she looked helpless and hopeless as we watched, everything our parents had built burned before our very own eyes.“Damn!” I cussed as I woke up drenched in my own sweat. I’d been having the same dreams for three days straight, something in me told me it can’t be normal especially since it happened in real life.Could it be a sign, or a message? I couldn’t fathom what was happening but I cared less now. It was just a dream after all. I rose to my feet and went about my morning routine, which involved brushing my teeth, taking a hot bath in the jacuzzi.Next, I was standing right in front of the full-sized mirror trying to fasten