The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ROSALINDA.

Everything happened in a blur. From the moment Antonio pushed me into the back seat to when he jumped inside the car and started driving. It all felt like a dream. I couldn’t understand what was going on.

“Get down and hold onto something tightly.” Antonio growled as he slammed his leg on the gas and started speeding.

I turned back to see a car following us with speed, and the fear already flooding through my body intensified.

“Rosalinda I said, Get down!” He yelled.

He kept moving at a dangerously high speed, sprinting past all the cars on the highway. Suddenly, gunshots started flying towards the car, violently piercing through the glasses.

“Who are they? What do they want?” I yelled, my heart pounding so loudly that I could hear it.

“I am as clueless as you are. I don’t know who they are.” Antonio replied as he swerved frantically, trying to dodge the bullets. The more he tried to dodge them, the more they came piercing through.

Antonio kept driving really fast, barging into corners, trying to lose them. But that proved hard as the people chasing us also accelerated their speed, following suit.

“Rosalinda, hold very tightly onto something.” Antonio groaned. “It’s about to get rougher.”

In a split second, he swiftly turned the car around, my eyes widening in perplexity as he started driving towards them.

“Are you crazy?” I yelled, unable to understand what he was doing. He could get us killed.

“Do you trust me?” He asked as we closed in on the attackers.

“Yes, but-”

I trailed off when the speed of the car suddenly increased, sprinting past them and taking a quick turn right after.

Antonio kept moving really fast, taking abrupt turns.

After a while, I suddenly stopped hearing gunshots, and bullets stopped piercing through the car.

“Have we lost them?” I asked eagerly as I peeked up.

“Temporarily.” He sighed.

He powered into a tunnel before abruptly hitting the brake and stopping.

“What are you doing? We need to get going.” I yelled.

He got down from the car and opened the door to the back seat, grabbing my arm.

“Come on.” He groaned as he pulled me out of the car. “They’ll catch up soon; you need to go.”

Confusion spread across my face as I questioned. “What do you mean by I need to go? We need to go!” I corrected.

He waved at a cab, stopping it and dragging me towards it.

Opening the door, he pushed me inside without giving me the choice to protest.

“I’ll take care of everything. You need to go.” He told me before shutting the door and instructing the driver to move.

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ANTONIO.

Running away would have been a very terrible mistake. I didn’t know if they were after me or Rosalinda, but one thing I was sure of was that they’d surely go after their target again. I needed to stay back and know who the enemies were.

I’ve been in this game for far too long, and I was always ready for an attack, fully loaded with arms and ammunition. Rushing to the booth of my car, I retrieved an Ak-47 that I’d use to combat the attackers once they closed in on me.

Slipping into the car, I left the doors open and hid in the back seat, aiming to deceive them into thinking that we had fled. Once they get curious and approach the car with their guards down, I’ll attack. That was an element of surprise that always worked-well, for amateurs. An expert would know that it’s a trap, and I really hoped the attackers were amateurs; if not, I’d be fucked.

The wait only lasted for two minutes before they finally caught up. As I heard footsteps approaching, I got my gun set, ready to spray the bullets on them.

The first two appeared, and I swiftly fired at them, targeting their hearts, and they dropped dead immediately. I never miss!

Hoisting up, I swiftly shot the third person’s hand. He yelled in pain, losing grip of his gun, and the metal dropped to the floor immediately. In a split second, I pierced the bullet through the fourth person’s heart, and he dropped to the ground immediately.

Jumping out of the car, I started approaching the last guy standing. His eyes filled with horror as he turned around and started running away, his hand bleeding heavily.

I spared him for a reason, and I wouldn’t let him run away. Aiming at his legs, I shot him, forcing him to fall to his knees.

I inched closer to him and stood right in front of him as I questioned him.

“Who are you?” I asked impatiently, a frown on my face.

“Isaac.” He trembled in fear and pain. “My name is Isaac.”

I pressed my lips tightly together and sighed as I rephrased. I had no use for his name.

“Who sent you?”

“Talk now, and I won’t rip your heart out.” I groaned when I sensed his hesitation.

“You won’t?” He quickly asked, hope glinting in his eyes.

Sighing, I uttered. “I promise.”

“We are only hit men. We were hired to take you out.” He revealed, and my frown deepened.

“Who hired you?” I questioned, my brows furrowing.

“A man called Oliver.” He blurted out.

“Wait. Who?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t what I was thinking. He wouldn’t dare to do such.

“Oliver. He has brown hair, average height, and blue eyes.” He muttered, confirming my guess.

“I know him.” I replied, my fury intensifying.

That bloody bastard!

“Please, can I go now?” The pathetic guy before said as he writhed in pain.

“No.” I responded, and sheer horror filled his face.

“But you said you would let me go, and I’ve-” he started, but I cut him off.

“I didn’t promise you such, mate.” I grunted, cocking the gun and aiming it at his head. “I promised not to rip your heart out; I didn’t promise not to blow your head off.”

Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing through his forehead and ending his life immediately.

No one messes with me and gets away with it! No one!

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