The Mafia Man's Trophy [On Hold]

Chapter 02.

⚠️ TW: Adult Content Ahead. [First Murder Scene]⚠️

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—Two Days Later—

My throat constricts as my eyes scan the contents of the desktop computer before me.

My breathing becomes heavy and my heart clenches painfully.

'No! No, not this! Please not this!'

The once deleted emails infront of me sent my pulse into overdrive, and my palms began to sweat bullets as I uncover the reason behind my father's sudden, mysterious disappearance.

John: We're going to be some rich motherfuckers living a damn good life man.

Me: We're getting the fuck out of this country real quick before they get on our tail, I don't need their shit.

John: you're right man. The Mob isn't to be fucked with, but they won't even know what hit them until it's too late.

Me: See you at the airport at 5am tomorrow, I'm sleeping in a hotel tonight.

John: We gonna get the fuck out of New York. Oh, remember to delete these emails fratello , don't want their dogs sniffing us out.

Me: Nessun problema fratello, ci vediamo dopo!

My heart slams repeatedly against my chest and I swallowed hard. Oh god.

My palms tremble as I reverse the deleted contents of my father's encrypted email directly from his recently flushed desktop.

My vision clouds with tears, as my hair begin to stand on ends, my skin breaking out in cold sweat.

'God, he did it. He really fucking did it.'

My heart slams painfully against my ribcage as I hear the sudden squeal of multiple tyres coming to a petrifting halt infront of the house.

My ears begin blaring in alarm as my legs swiftly carries me up the stairs to my sister's bedroom, to wake and shove her into her closet.

"Kylie, What's going on?" She mutters sleepily.

"Don't leave this spot, and don't make a sound, if you do, they'll find you and they'll -"

Before I could finish, a loud slam echoes through the hall, and the sound of heavy footsteps begin to invade my home.

"Ky - " Before she could utter another word, I slam the closet shut and lock her inside with a key, throwing it out the window.

I race down the stairs with my heart in my throat.

I come to a sudden stop, my heart slamming against my chest, threatening to tear through its walls.

My eyes widen in fear as I stare fearfully at the men that stood in the small room.

Suddenly, I felt extremely tiny and insignificant, and the room didn't seem big enough to accommodate all these rough, dark, dangerous looking men.

My body starts to tremble in fear, as I take a step back. I knew these men, and I knew what they were here for.

"Please..."

"Where's Pierre?" Asks a gruff voice.

The owner steps towards me, and I remember him to be the man I spoke to the first night they came here looking for my father.