TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA II: MARIANA'S STORY Chapter 55: Mariana's Pov
The realization dawns on me, that no one is coming to save me, that no one can help me out of this even if they wanted to. I am alone, in this place,
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA II: MARIANA'S STORY Chapter 54: Mariana's Pov
"Why are you doing this to me?" My voice cracks, the weight of exhaustion and despair laced through every word. The room feels suffocating, the air he
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA II: MARIANA'S STORY Chapter 53: Mariana's Pov
A gasp.
A groan.
A wince.
A strained grunt.
I don't know which comes first when my eyes flutter open. I find myself in a surprising position: curl
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA II: MARIANA'S STORY Chapter 52: Mariana's Pov
Chains rattle. My head lolls back and lolls forward again, my toenails scraping across the dirty floor, bloody.
The sun has risen and set a few times
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA II: MARIANA'S STORY Chapter 51: Mariana's Pov
"No!" Alejandro surges forward, but the sound of another gunshot echoes.
And this time, it's not aimed at me. Alejandro collapses back, clutching his
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA II: MARIANA'S STORY Chapter 50: Mariana's Pov
Alejandro is rushing towards me, to save me, his eyes dark with rage, ready to take out any obstacles on his way.
"Stand the fuck down, soldier!" Rad
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA II: MARIANA'S STORY Chapter 49: Mariana's Pov
The cold rush of air makes me shiver, makes my skin crawl. I suddenly forget the pleasure Alejandro's words, and finger, and mouth made me feel some m
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA II: MARIANA'S STORY Chapter 48: Alejandro's Pov
Day five on the Island. . .
My heart pounds, my teeth digging into my bottom lip, drawing blood.
It's the buildup of anticipation.
It's the excitem
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA II: MARIANA'S STORY Chapter 47: Mariana's Pov
"I killed my mother," he stutters, his voice barely audible, yet it feels like a scream in the quiet room.
My breath seizes for a fleeting moment, th
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA II: MARIANA'S STORY Chapter 46: Mariana's Pov
The fire still crackles behind me, but the warmth feels distant now. My feet move before I can think, the sudden coolness of the sand beneath them sna