All Chapters of Trapped in the Mafia’s hell: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

Gabriella The 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

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

Gabriella I looked around, scared and panicking, where I sat, but Marcello didn’t make a move; his gaze never left his food.“What’s that noise?” I asked, finally gathering up some courage.“You don’t have to worry about that,” he replied, setting his fork on the plate.I was going to object but instead I kept mute and continued to eat my breakfast in silence. “Why am I dressed like this?” I asked, breaking the silence.“Today is the tenth anniversary of House of hell, you are going to grace the event with your beautiful self.” He said with finality in his tone, as if he’d decided my fate. Andrianna clapped in excitement, “Congratulations brother!”“Thank you sister, but you won’t be attending!”“What? That’s not fair!”“I know, but you’re barely eighteen, and I need you to be home. Perhaps my enemies might use this as a perfect opportunity to strike, but I can’t risk that.”Oh, so he could protect his sister but risk my life? Was I even a human to him?I forced myself to finish u

GabriellaI did it right in front of me, I never thought I would be able to but I did. I enjoyed every bit of it, I’ve been so vengeful that I had forgotten how I missed touching myself. He oversaw me as I squirted on his mattress. He didn't say anything, instead a proud smile crept onto his chiseled face.Surprisingly, he didn’t move an inch from where he sat, he just watched me carefully to be sure I wasn’t faking the orgasm. At first it was annoying and completely drove me crazy but later it became real, and I hated myself for feeling that way. Once I was done I was forced to lie on my mess as he fell asleep beside me. I couldn’t sleep. I just kept staring at the chandelier regretting my actions until morning came, and his guards threw me back into my room. At least I felt some comfort there, and I could cry my eyes out and also ask forgiveness from my father for liking the act Marcello forced onto me.“I’m sorry Father!” I muttered kneeling and clasping my hands in a praying gest