Desired by the Mafia Kings のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

L A N AOne of the girls in line, a blonde girl with a small frame, visibly trembling from fear, breaks from the group and tries to make a run for it, but she is immediately stopped by two guards who grab onto her."I don't want to do this! Please, someone, help me! Please!" She screams, and no one comes to her aid; in fact, some people even laugh at her attempts to break free. That's when Ezio turns his attention to the woman and lets go of me, slowly making her way towards her."Now why would anyone do that...?" He answers her, stalking her carefully just as the room grows dead silent. The woman freezes in fear as Ezio approaches her, until he is standing right in front of her, towering over her entire frame and making her look small and insignificant."There is no mercy for traitors. And unfortunately, since you've gone against my orders..." He trails off, and that's when he moves quicker than I can even register what is happening. He steps back, and in the blink of an eye, he whips

L A N AI am shaking so badly I can barely stand.This is war.A pure, living, breathing nightmare unfolding around me. The man holding onto my arm only tightens his grip as we make our way forward. I twist in his hold, panic clawing its way up my throat as I try to pull free, but he is stronger than me, dragging me down a narrow lit up by tungsten lights, the mansion changing as we move deeper into it.That's when Ezio’s words repeat in my head."Make sure she doesn’t go anywhere."And the more they resonate in my mind, the more sick to my stomach I feel. Even in the middle of a full-blown gun fight, he still won't let me go. Even with bullets flying and men dying all around us, he is still thinking about me. Still claiming me and refusing to let me disappear. He doesn't consider me as collateral damage... I am his property, something that's meant to be retrieved, secured, and locked back into place once the blood dries.More gunshots ring out in the house, causing me to cry out and

L A N AThe silence in the car makes me sick to my stomach, so much so that I feel even my quiet breaths might be too loud for this space. I look out the window, much calmer now and watch as streetlights pass by in long, glowing stretches, their reflections sliding across the window beside me, and I watch my own face appear and disappear in the glass, pale and unfamiliar, like I am already someone else. My hands are folded tightly in my lap, fingers clutching onto the fabric of my dress as though it might keep me anchored to reality, as though I might drift away if I loosen my grip for even a second.Everything inside me feels overstimulated and numb at the same time.My ears still ring faintly, the echo of gunfire now burned into my memory, and every sudden sound outside makes my shoulders tense, my breath catching before I can stop it. The silence inside the car feels so fragile, like it could shatter at any moment, and I don’t know whether I’m afraid of the noise returning or terrif

L A N ADaniella leads the way without saying a word, and I follow a few steps behind her, my shoes quiet against the smooth floors, my body still moving on borrowed energy. The halls stretch long and clean, similar to the looming luxury of Ezio’s estate and just as intimidating. The only difference is that this place feels lived in, functional and purposeful... and less like a prison. The lighting is soft and warm, recessed into the ceiling instead of hanging over us like a display, and the black walls are decorated with modern art that I don't recognise but instinctively understand costs more than I could ever imagine affording.No one stops us, no guards step into our path, and no eyes linger too long. I keep waiting for something to happen, for a voice to bark an order, for hands to reach for me, for the familiar tightening in my chest that comes when I know I am about to be told what to do... but none of that comes. Daniella simply walks, confident and unhurried, as if this is jus

L A N AI wake slowly as though my body is reluctant to return to consciousness, drifting upward through warmth and softness before awareness finally begins to settle over me like the light seeping through the closed curtains. For a few blissful seconds, I don't remember anything. I simply exist beneath the covers, cocooned in unfamiliar sheets that are smoother than my own ever were. My limbs feel completely relaxed more than they've ever been, and my breathing is deep and untroubled.Then, everything starts to come back...Memories return in fragments. Memories of gunfire, of shouting, and I immediately shift against the mattress, soon realising where I am...This bed doesn't belong to me... these fabrics, these duvets, none of it. I inhale a scent that is not my apartment, not my life and not anything I recognise as home. My eyes open slowly, blinking against soft daylight filtering through the curtains, and I stare at the ceiling for a moment before the realisation fully forms.I a