Lahat ng Kabanata ng SLAPPED THE MAFIA BOSS: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Allison’s POV:*Ten minutes ago*We continued walking toward my department, and my heart raced. I noticed the absence of anyone around, assuming they were all attending the presentation organized by Jacob. How did he manage this? How did he manipulate Josiah to arrange it? These questions swirled in my mind as we proceeded. Suddenly, my eyes sparkled as I saw Sylvie walking in my direction. I breathed a sigh of relief, and a ray of hope emerged. I stopped for a second, looking at her, hoping she’d ask me if I was okay and fortunately she looked up at me.“Allison,” she murmured my name and a smile approached her lips. I smiled too, as a surge of excitement filled my chest.“Sylvie,” I murmured when suddenly I heard Jacob, exhaling deeply, causing my heart to race and my excitement to wane. Sylvie immediately paced towards me, making me gulp.“Oh my God,” she started and pulled me into a hug. I wanted to take the opportunity to whisper into her ear, to ask for help but unfortunately, J

Allison’s POV:*Few minutes ago*I couldn’t blink my eyes as I watched them from the mirror. Behind me, stood three men in black outfits, having black masks covering their faces. My heart raced with fear as I turned around immediately to look at them. How are they here? The note? Do they have any link to the note I received? They have to. I thought. It was women’s restroom and yet there were three men in there, looking right at me. Obviously, they had a purpose for being in there. However, those three men were not someone I could just scold for barging into the women’s room. They were goons. They were looking at me with their fierce eyes. They were ready to act and before I could do anything, they did act. They paced towards me and quickly covered my mouth with their hands, hindering me to speak or scream for help. I didn’t know them. They were far scarier to me than Jacob. At that moment, I couldn’t believe that I wanted to see Jacob. I wanted to call him for help and I didn’t know w

Jacob’s POV:I heard her calling my name, her voice filled with intensity, eagerness, and a hint of shakiness that unmistakably conveyed her joy at hearing from me. She seemed hopeful that I would come to her aid. However, I didn’t want to care for her. I didn't want to be affected by whatever Neil might be doing to her. I didn't want to concern myself with her well-being. However, when I heard her cry, my heart skipped a beat for a moment. I was in the car with Enzo, heading to places where we suspected Neil might be keeping Allison, and I couldn't bring myself to respond to her. It struck me that just a few days earlier, I, myself was the one who tortured her, hurt her and made her cry. Yet now, when someone else was doing the same, I was bothered."Jacob, please!" She cried again when I couldn't answer the first time.Taking a breath and shutting my eyes for a second, I began, "Wesley,""Jacob," She said and began to cry heavily while I listened carefully."Wesley, I know you have

Jacob’s POV:I kept looking at Enzo for a few seconds and then lowered my head, sighing and nodding.“I’m saying, they are not in there.” Enzo repeated to me and I nodded again.“I knew this,” I replied and he looked at me with his eyes wide open.“What?” He asked in disbelief while I walked forward, looking around the factory.“Yes. Neil has known me since a long time. He must have understood that I might try to track his location and so he must have left from here.” I told Enzo while the other guys continued to look around.“So why didn’t you tell me this before? What’s the point of coming here, then?” He asked me restlessly.“Because I wasn’t sure,” I added and walked back to him to add, “Neil is unpredictable. Sometimes, his mind works, sometimes not. I wasn’t sure if he would leave this place or not. I wanted to check here also. But I had an idea that he might relocate.”As Enzo began to nod, I looked around again and found a way to my left. Proceeding in that direction, prompted

Jacob's POV:When I was young, my father used to go into the woods for hunting. Unlike other dads who took their kids along and taught them hunting techniques, he never took me. He warned me never to ask to come along with him because he had a different mindset. He believed that taking kids for hunting could affect their minds, making them think that killing a living being was acceptable. He also believed that exposing children to guns at a young age could impact their mental health and mold their character in a violent and harsh way. However, I yearned for the opportunity to bond with my dad on hunting trips. Finally, on my 12th birthday, I gathered the courage to ask him if I could join him. Initially hesitant, he eventually agreed, granting me the moment I had longed for.The hunting trip with my dad was memorable. After a long day, on our way back home, my dad said, "I think you'll become a fine hunter one day." A big wide smile approached my lips. Those words filled me with pride