Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Mafia Stepbrother : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Falcons POV I stood in the dimly lit warehouse, a place shrouded in shadows and mystery. My men gathered around a rickety table, the flickering light casting eerie shapes on their faces. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, tension crackling in the air. “Listen up,” I said, my voice low but commanding. “This afternoon, we’re pulling off a job that requires precision and teamwork. We’re going to kidnap Shelly, the step sister of Mafia boss Sebastian and she will be mine.” My men exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and apprehension. I could sense the questions brewing, but I pressed on. “Shelly’s a senior at the high school, known for her smarts and connections. We’ll use those connections to our advantage.” He leaned over the table, spreading out a map of the town, personal notes scribbled in the margins. “She walks home from school every day at 3:30 PM. That’s our window.” John, the youngest member and still a little green around the edges, raised his hand. “What’s

Shelly’s POV I wake up with a jolt, disoriented and panicked, the world spinning around me. The last thing I remember is rushing towards the school after catching sight of Sabrina’s text. But now, I find myself in a dimly lit, unfamiliar room, my wrists tightly bound to a cold metal chair. My heart thunders in my chest, and I can still feel the remnants of the chloroform swirling in my head. I squint in the low light, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The walls are bare, painted a dull gray that matches the oppressive atmosphere clinging to me. A flickering bulb overhead casts eerie shadows. My vision is slowly coming back to normal and I can make out a bed, dresser, and two doors in the room. One of them is my exit route. The other one is hopefully a bathroom. My breath quickens as I strain to recall how I got here, but my mind betrays me, haunted by one terrifying thought: Sabrina set me up. The betrayal slices through me like a knife. How could she? Wasn’t she my bes

Sebastian’s POV I burst through the doors of the school, the sterile, overly bright hallways stretching before me like a maze of uncertainty. The buzz of chatter and laughter felt cruelly out of place. I pushed past students who had no idea of the nightmare unfolding just beneath the surface, my focus laser-sharp. I couldn’t lose my girl, not like this. I turned a corner and spotted the principal’s office. Without knocking, I swung the door open, nearly startling Mr. Jenkins, whose mustache bristled as he gawked at me, wide-eyed. “Sebastian!” he stammered, rising to his feet. “What are you doing here?” “Where is she?” I demanded, my voice colder than ice, chilling the air between us. “Where's Shelly?” Mr. Jenkins’ face paled, for a brief second. The reality of the situation settled in his expressions, pulling his eyebrows together. He knew Shelly was my stepsister and how I’m part of the mafia. “Sebastian, please—” “Cut the crap!” I shouted, slamming my hand against his desk

Shelly’s POV It’s been two long, agonizing days since I was abducted, and I’m still confined in this wretched room. Falcon’s men enter twice daily to leave food, but I refuse to touch it. I’m terrified it might be poisoned. Taking that risk feels like a leap I can’t afford especially if I want to get out of here. Each time I muster the courage to ask them questions, they dismiss me with indifference, as if I were invisible. The frustration bubbles within me, a potent reminder of how desperately I want to escape this nightmare. I want to go home, to feel the warmth of Sebastian's presence again; I miss him more than words can express. Why hasn’t he found me yet? My heart aches with the longing for his comfort. And then there’s Sabrina, my supposed best friend, who betrayed me with such ease. I still can't fathom why she turned her back on me. It feels like a cruel twist of fate. Maybe she felt like she had no choice? I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from Falcon since t

Shelly’s POV Night has fallen once more, engulfing me in an oppressive darkness that matches the weight in my heart. A short while ago, one of Falcon's men took away my untouched dinner plate. Hunger gnaws at me, but fear grips me tighter, strangling any appetite I might have had. The screams from earlier still echo in my ears, haunting my thoughts and denying me any semblance of peace. Terror has been my constant companion since I arrived here. The guards act as though I am invisible, their indifference grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. If they’re going to kidnap me and keep me locked away in this dreadful room day and night, the least they could do is answer my questions. Even a pretend truth would be something, but silence is all they offer. Time blurs together in this place, but I know it’s only been a few days. Yet, it feels like an eternity of isolation and dread. The lack of food and sleep is wearing me down, my body growing weak and sluggish. I'm caught in a v