Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Prince : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

It was a dark windy night. Though she could not see outside because there were no windows, she could hear a light whistling sound that seemed to be radiating from above the facility. Her eyes painfully drifted to the clock at the wall; it was 8 pm.As her fingers slowly moved, she gripped the sheet of the bed into a fist, trying to gain enough strength to stand up. She felt that if she made any sudden movements, she would instantly throw up. The nausea was building up every second; an uncomfortable feeling in her epigastric region.After raising her head slightly, she noticed her surroundings. She was in a room. It was moderate sized with black white and grey toned walls. A study desk laid at the front corner to the right; the same wall bore a door and beside the bed were 2 side tables. A closet could be seen beside the free end of the side table. Gaining quite a bit of her senses, she raises into a sitting position, trying to recall the last thing she remembered

Chapter 14"It seems to be a case of internal bleeding." The doctor uses the MRI present in the underground facility. There was a specific room denoted to first aid, anything that could possibly be needed was present here- from ventilators to CT scans. One of the reasons was, it wasn't convenient for them to go to hospitals with every injury and nor would it be advisable since depending on the wound types, the cops could be alerted like in gun shot wounds or stab wounds.If the condition was serious, however, a few trusted doctors with affiliates to criminal organisations were asked to come in and help with the treatment. In severe surgical cases, they even agree to perform the surgery in their own clinic without alerting any authorities or having it show up on medical records."Is it severe?" Mateo asked with a clenched jaw."Mild to moderate. Lot's of bed rest for a few days and a strict liquid diet should do the trick. I'll also give her some painkille

The room practically had an air quality index of 150 as rings upon rings of smoke were blown out. Adding on to it were a few bottles of bourbon carefully splayed on the working desk.There was a sudden interruption attributed to a few knocks and the opening of a door.“Seriously? You’re drinking now too? Talk about responsibility.” Marcos stifled his mocking scoff before noticing that Mateo was too drunk to lash out at him.“What the fuck do you want?”“That’s one of the rare times I’ve heard you swear.” Marcos didn’t bother holding back his amusing grin.“Tell me.” His legs were unusually placed on the ground in a man spread as he rested his elbow on the arm rest of the chair. He moved his glass in a circular manner to mix the alcohol well with the soda as he took a puff with his other hand.“I wanted Brian kicked off from my mission.”“I won&rs

Chapter 18 The scent filled her airway and took her aback. Her fingertips lingered on the doorknob for a few seconds, afraid to move even an inch further.  She knew how it would end. Nothing good could ever come out of this. She was aware more than most how drastically a person could change when they become drunk or high. Despite the trembling in her hand and the strong anticipation of a beating, she didn’t know where else to go; edging her to push on the door. It opens slowly as a result of weak application, showing just enough to the viewer’s eye.  Mateo sat on the ground at the foot of the bed, his elbows on his folded kneecaps and his head looming into the dark abyss formed by them. The sight alone was enough to urge her to back her steps slowly, tracing them in an attempt to turn back time. Her nervousness, as usual, made her more clumsy than she was accustomed to as she almost slipped – using the support of the wall as a save. 

She chewed on her lip as more than a hundred men seated at various tables containing numerous plates of food stared at her figure standing nervously at the door way. A buffet was laid at one end of the room. "Can't I eat in my room?" She whispers to Marcos. "It's against the rules." A particular circular table was empty except for Mateo. He motioned towards the seat with his eyes to Marcos who immediately caught it. "Over there" He assures her as they head to the buffet to grab their plates and fill it with a variety of foods. Seeing so many options, Nora seemed confused about what to get. She took her time looking for bread on the table. Seeing her hesitance and feeling his head being shot with Mateo's impatient gaze, he hands out her plate to her which was filled with various cooked meats, bread and some vegetables. "You can go join Mateo" Following his line of gaze, she walks to the table  the plat