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14 Days With The Mafia Lord Arrivedercí, Gio
GIOVANNIAfter what I witnessed today I was sure my already fucked up mind would get even more twisted. More damaged. Stone and I were en route to our cocaine depot, where our shipment had been hijacked.I gazed out the window, but it was all a blur. We’d just finished examining the exploded warehouse, and the scene would forever be etched into my mind.The warehouse lay in ruins, a hellish inferno that seared its image into my soul. The air reeked of scorched flesh. Amidst the charred debris, the twisted remains of my comrades lay, their bodies unrecognizable, consumed by flames that left nothing but grim reminders of my enemy’s brutality.The scene was a nightmare of charred rubble and billowing smoke, where the flames had ravaged with such ferocity that all traces of the building’s existence were destroyed. Only the ghostly outline of its foundation and scattered remnants of a roof and wall told the story that it was ever there. Among the devastation lay the remains of my comrades
14 Days With The Mafia Lord A Mother’s Worst Nightmare
ELAINE“Hi, baby,” I greeted my son as Lia handed the phone to him.I’d been talking to Lia through FaceTime, and we were just through catching up. Now I was speaking to my son.He sat in the back seat of the car, dressed in his everyday clothes: a comfortable T-shirt featuring one of his beloved cartoon characters, SpongeBob SquarePants, paired with denim jeans speckled with patches that were no doubt from his adventures on the playground. Blue was right next to him. The blue dinosaur looked like he had acquired a few new wear marks since I last saw him.“I miss you so much, baby,” I told him.“You too, mama,” he answered. I had called right when they were on their way back from the grocery store.The sun had finally set on this utterly unbearable day, and so far, chatting with my son was the only bright spot.Security at the mansion had been at an all-time high, and nobody was saying anything about what was happening or why the atmosphere felt so charged.I hadn’t seen Giovanni all
14 Days With The Mafia Lord Bad, Bad News
ELAINEIf someone had told me a year ago that this would be my life now, I would’ve laughed my head off. Back then, I wasn’t by any stretch of the word comfortable, but I was safe, and most importantly, I had my little boy.Now, I had neither safety nor Adrian, and it felt like my entire life had no meaning or purpose.The door to my room swung open, making me stand up from the bed. Mrs. Jacques, who’d been in the room with me, stood up, too.Giovanni, Billy, and Butch entered, and I waited with bated breath as they walked in, dreading what they were about to tell me.It’d been a particularly torturous few hours. I’d paced every inch of this room and cried what felt like buckets as I tried Lia’s phone over and over. But there was nothing. The call just kept going to voicemail.A gnawing sense of dread had settled deep within me, an ache that resonated throughout my entire being. It was a feeling I knew all too well—my body’s instinctive response to Adrian’s distress. I couldn’t ration
14 Days With The Mafia Lord Blood Bound
GIOVANNIThe tiny clock on my desk chimed, indicating it was now 7 a.m.That meant that I was now up for fourteen full hours, but I hardly felt it. Partly because I was running on frustration and a healthy amount of whiskey.It seemed like, in the last few hours, I had spoken to every single person in Paris. Shaking anything shakeable in the hopes that some helpful information would drop out. But as if the universe was conspiring against me, I got absolutely nothing. On top of that, my father had been calling nonstop, obviously looking for answers that I didn’t have.I groaned and pulled at my hair in frustration. It stung, but I welcomed the pain. I probably looked awful right now, but I didn’t give a fuck.A sharp rap at the door shattered the tense calmness of my office, jolting me from my weary reverie. Irritation prickled at my senses; who dared disturb me at such an ungodly hour? I knew it wasn’t Stone. He’d been in and out of my office this morning—albeit with no answers of his
14 Days With The Mafia Lord The Bitter Truth
ELAINE “Please, God, please don’t take him away from me…Don’t take my baby away from me…”Perched on the edge of the hospital bed, I felt the weight of exhaustion press down on me as I rocked back and forth, murmuring fervent prayers for my little boy.As I pray, I'm reminded of the saying: God doesn't give us more than we can handle. But that’s bullshit. Because there was no way I could handle the utter chaos my life had devolved into.Everything I touched or involved me seemed doomed to fail—from almost being kidnapped, Giovanni’s brewing trouble, and now my son. I was just so tired.I was tired of the constant cycle of trouble, which I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to outrun.Hands shaking, I reached out to touch him, my fingertips trailing gently across his forehead to the tip of his nose before I settled my hand between his shoulder blades. My heart ached as I leaned forward and gently kissed his soft cheek.“Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry,” I whispered, a lone tear falling. “I’m sor
14 Days With The Mafia Lord Prologue
GIOVANNI ONE WEEK EARLIERIf there was one thing I hated in this world, it was disobedience.As far as I was concerned, my rules were the fucking law of nature. Something generally accepted and followed by everything living and non-living.But somehow, this filthy man, currently strapped to the chair, bloody and bruised, missed the memo."Per favore, fermati. Abbi pietà." He said, telling me to stop and have mercy in broken Italian. The plea was uttered with three broken teeth and a lip gushing blood onto his sky-blue shirt. "Mercy?" I spat unto the cold concrete floor. "You have no right to ask for mercy.""Allora vaffanculo, maiale inutile. (Then fuck you, useless pig)." He tried to spit at my face, but the bloody drops weren't strong enough to reach me, and they dropped harmlessly on the floor.Chuckling, I raised my hand with the knuckle ring and dealt him two consecutive blows to the face.He cried out in pain and buckled in the chair. I grabbed him by the chin and brought his
14 Days With The Mafia Lord The Beginning Of An End
ELAINEIt was pitch black when I finally ended my shift at Betty's Burger.The night shift was the hardest and longest shift available. It was the time when all the drunks who ran out of places trooped in, with some of them— if not all, trying to get handsy with me.By the time I would wrangle them all out and close up shop, it'd be well past midnight.But the tips were nothing to complain about, and walking home at this hour had never bothered me. Not only had I traversed this path so much that it was permanently etched in my brain, I had nothing of value in my possession to make anyone remotely interested in mugging me.Still, I tried my best to be cautious since there were people out there who did worse things than stealing purses.But tonight, the exhaustion in my bones made holding my eyelids up an arduous task, and I was fighting yawns every five seconds.I hugged my handbag to my chest and tried to look as non-threatening as possible just in case someone got an idea and tried s
14 Days With The Mafia Lord Debts & Deceptions
GIOVANNI"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in."The woman strapped to the chair with duct tape over her mouth didn't find my words amusing, but nevertheless, I laughed at my own joke.I'd settled into an unremarkable iron chair in this brightly lit warehouse earlier, taking care of some business on my phone, when a small woman with a bag on her head was dragged into the room, dripping wet in the ugliest yellow dress known to mankind.When my men restrained her and yanked the bag off, I was met with the delicately beautiful but unconscious face of Elaine Martinez. I knew I would enjoy interrogating her, so I waited for her to wake up.But now that she'd finally woken up, her eyes were cloudy and unfocused from whatever chemical had been used to subdue her, and she was struggling with the rope binding her like a crazed animal."Billy, it seems Ms. Martinez needs some help clearing her eyes from her little nap. Would you be a dear?"Billy stepped forward and dumped the watery
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