All Chapters of THE MAFIA OBSESSION : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Natalie’s POV“Girls?” I wondered to myself as I stared at the other girls seated close to me.They were all trembling and scared, some of them crying quietly while others just stared at the floor as if they were too afraid to even look around. I could feel my own heart beating hard inside my chest, and no matter how much I tried to calm myself down, the fear only grew stronger.From one kidnapping to another, why always me?I had already been through enough. I had barely recovered from everything that had happened before, and now I was sitting inside another vehicle surrounded by girls who looked just as terrified as I felt.I looked around the car again and none of us knew where we were going then One of the girls beside me suddenly grabbed my hand.“Please,” she whispered, her voice shaking badly. “Do you know where they are taking us?”I looked at her and whispered back “No.”She swallowed hard before asking again n“Do you think they are going to kill us?”“I don't know,” I whispe

Natalie's POV "The girls!" I screamed, my voice tearing out of my throat like I've never shouted before in my entire life. I whip around so fast that my neck hurts, and there he is, sitting in the car like he owns the whole world, wearing that same stupid mask and that same stupid grin on his smug, stupid face. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears, everywhere. "Where are they? What did you do to them?" He doesn't answer right away. He just sits there, looking at me through those dark eye holes in the mask, and I want to scratch his eyes out. I want to reach across this seat and grab him by the throat and shake him until he tells me where the other girls are. But my hands are shaking too bad and I'm still trying to catch my breath from running, from screaming, from the pure terror that's been coursing through my veins since this whole nightmare started. "I made sure the other girls were safe," he finally says. I stare at him, trying to read something in those eyes

Natalie's POV I stared at the man, my brain completely failing to process what my eyes were showing me. There was a stranger standing in the doorway of the bathroom where I was supposed to be alone, where I was naked in a tub, and my hands moved on their own, flying up to cover myself as I threw my hand over my naked breast so this strange man wouldn't see them. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs, and I could feel the heat rushing to my face, burning all the way to my ears. "Who are you?" I screamed again, my voice coming out higher and more desperate than I wanted it to sound. I sank lower into the water, trying to make myself smaller, trying to hide beneath the surface even though the water was clear and there was nowhere to go. "What are you doing in here?" That was the only retractable question I could ask because this was the first time I was actually seeing anyone aside from my blindfolds. Ever since they'd brought me here—wherever here was—I'd been kept in dar

Natalie's POV My heart was beating so loud I was sure he could hear it from down there, thumping against my ribs like it wanted to break free and run out of the room without me. I held my breath without even meaning to, my fingers curling into the material as I peeked through the tiny gap between the curtain and the window frame. How did he know I was there? That question kept spinning in my head, round and round like a broken record. I had been so careful, so quiet, barely even moving when I heard the commotion outside. But somehow, someway, he had looked straight up at this window like he had radar or something, like he could feel me watching even through brick and glass. I peeked again, my eye pressed almost against the fabric, and this time he wasn't looking at me anymore. His attention had shifted down to the woman on the ground, the one who had been so angry earlier, the one whose voice had carried through the halls like a shriek. She was on her knees now, trembling, her e

Natalie's POV"What papers is he talking about?"The question sat in my chest like a stone as I lay there, staring at the inside of my own eyelids. What type of papers were they discussing, and what did any of it have to do with tomorrow? Papers meant something official. Papers meant signatures. Papers meant that whatever he had planned for me wasn't just some vague threat whispered in the dark anymore — it was being written down, sealed, made real. My stomach turned at the thought, but I kept my breathing level, kept my face slack, kept playing the same act I had been playing for what felt like a lifetime now.The lady nodded. I heard the movement more than saw it, that quick bird-like dip of her head she seemed to do every time he spoke, like her neck couldn't help itself around him."Good," he said.Just one word, but it carried that finality he always had, like a stamp pressing down on something. Then his footsteps moved away from the bed, the footsteps of a man who knew that ever