All Chapters of Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

♪♪ Espresso • by Sabrina Carpenter ✿✿✿ LILAH New York, USA, 2024 I expected the smell of coffee beans and fresh chocolate croissants as every evening, my mouth watering just at the thought of it. But the mixed smell of alcohol, weed and tobacco hit my olfactory nerves through the nostrils, making my head spin and face shirnk. It's been twenty fucking minutes. I'm forcefully staring at some prick for twenty fucking minutes and feeling his nasty irritating glare all over my body. The creature known as men, are so fucking annoying. They don't know how to keep their eyes and the thing into their pants where they belong to. They'd run toward you like dogs if you give them a single positive glance. So fucking ludicrous. But here everyone thinks women are fragile and weak. Trust me, a woman can bring a man to fall on his knees with a single glance whether he's dangerous, inhumane or vicious; from a mighty king to a relentless warrior. And history is its biggest testimon

♪♪ Demons • by Imagine Dragons ✿✿✿⁠ LILAH These nightmares would never stop chasing after me. They're too vicious and glutinous to leave me alone. Every night whenever I fix my eyes close, I see demons chasing after me. They'd laugh at me because I'm so pathetic and unwieldy. I scream at them again and again that I'm not but they'd keep making fun of me. Sometimes I question myself, what I did to deserve this abhorrent life. I could've lived like other kids out there. I could've gotten very loving and careful parents who would nourish and protect us. But we got monsters. Who'd beat me and my brother to death instead of protecting us. They almost killed me for money but Robbie sacrificed himself and now they're liable for his evanescence. That night when Robbie left, I thought he'd come back. But the next morning, I came face-to-face with an angry dad who beat me with his belt because Robbie was gone and they won't get the money anymore for the opium and cocaine supply. B

♪♪ Cinnamon Girl • Lana Del Rey ✿✿✿ LILAH Grabbing broken pieces of chair as weapons, we both stand beside the door, in anticipate of our enemies. A few minutes later, when the metallic door finally cracks open, we get alert by their presence until a tall and bulky guard enters the room with a gun in his hold. I give Lucy a nod as we both attack the man from behind and stab him on the back several time. The guard lands on the ground with a loud painful growl as the gun in his hold flies off in a corner. I grasp the convenience and quickly seize the gun from ground. The man arises and prepares a move toward me with an angry choleric rumble but Lucy impedes him by hammering his head with a metallic reed. Ouch. "You're sadistic. Where did you get that?" I laugh inwardly, shriveling my face. "You're so ungrateful. At least thank me wholeheartedly." She snarls, proudly standing before me angling the metallic reed on her shoulder like the Thor with his hammer ready for a fig

He turns around with his emotionless handsome face and starts leaving the room, leaving me for a heart attack. "Wait! You can't just kill me! Of course, you need information. Like who I am and whom I work for." I quickly blurt out, swallowing the lump in my throat. "No." He stops walking, turns his head a bit so that I get a clear view of his wicked smirk. Ok, I'm not in a state for complementing. His cockiness, arrogance and I-don't-care look just ignites the rage inside me. I'm not gonna let some sexy arrogant prick kill me, not today. When he attempts to leave, I pull out the small dagger hidden inside one of my sneakers and in one swift motion I fly over him furiously to stab him on the back. But the Russian beauty is faster than me. He grabs my wrist without looking at me or moving from his spot and rotates me around within a blink. Now my back is pressed on his hard chest and the dagger in my hand is pressed on my neck where the artery is. I should fear the Russian pyt

In the new dimly lit cell of the servant's rooms which is more like a byre, the scent of my own blood and decay lingers heavily in the air, mingling with the overpowering stench of unwashed sheets and stale sweat. The single bed, with its malodorous sheets, is barely large enough to fit one person, let alone two women. A tiny closet, devoid of anything useful save for a few scuttling cockroaches, stands ominously in one corner, and a small, grimy bathroom completes the dismal surroundings.“Ouch! Stop looking at my tits and do your work properly!” My voice comes out sharper, a mixture of pain and fury fueling the harshness of my words. I flinch as the needle pierces my flesh, the pain radiating from the wound, a stark reminder of the violence I’ve endured. My eyes snap to the man hunched over me, ostensibly tending to my injuries, but his gaze is fixed not on his work, but on the bloodied remnants of my bra struggling to cover my exposed chest.The guards, in their infinite incompet