บททั้งหมดของ STUCK WITH THE MAFIA TWINS: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

I immediately fell on my knees, clutching to the bare ground with my eyes tightly shut as another gunshot went off. “Get your fucking act right you bastard!!” Nathara thundered, her heels clacking fiercely beside me as she walked towards her sons. “You see, Matt…” I heard Ricci laugh for a bit, “you are a Rutherford, aren’t you? Why on earth, would you think you can take me down?” I involuntarily sighed a sighed of relief, unconsciously grateful Ricci’s alive. “I am not here for chit chat, understand? I want Ricci to stay off my lane. I have been avoiding him ever since Chelsea lost her baby and now that Lex is in the country, I need Ricci to get his stupid claws off her!” Matteo growled. I slowly lifted my head but my presence meant absolutely nothing to these people… not when they are in this state of theirs. “You are out here, shooting at your brother, because of a woman who vowed to kill me?” Nathara’s voice hitched, hanging tightly on belief and anger. “I don’t g

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” I asked, at the verge of tears. He turned his neck around again and continued driving. “Why do you act like you don’t know who I am speaking of?” He asked, less eerie than before. “Who’s acting? How do you know my sister?” My shaky voice began to brace itself. This man may be on to something. “La tua sorella ha salvato mio cugino dai bulli una volta,” he said, adding a sigh. (Your sister saved my cousin from bullies once). “You’re Italian?” I asked with my eyes nearly popping out of my eye sockets. He nodded. “How? How do you know me and how did you find me?” I stuttered my way through the sentence. “I watched that interview, the one Ricci had the press cover. I, I dropped that note in your bar.” He breathed, increasing his speed. “Excuse me? You dropped that note in the bar? So where the hell were you when Nick and I showed up?” I shouted, getting aggressive. “Slow down Chelsea. I was there but I knew N

“Mom!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs the second I stepped into the compound. My heart beat raced but my movements slowed down drastically. The compound was empty. Silent. Bushy. Dead. “Mom!!” I shouted again, desperate for a reply as I ran into the house. It looks so desolate and ravaged. Someone broke into the house and nobody has stepped in here ever since. Running to the back of the house, I saw my little sister’s clothes scattered on the floor; her toys too. A year dropped, there’s no one home. After six fucking months of waiting and begging to come home, I finally do and it’s empty? I ran back to the house, searching for anything. A clue, a note, anything at all that points to my family. I’m finally off the hook with the Rutherfords so why can’t I go with my family. Insanity took over me as I searched everywhere; the top of the refrigerator, under the couch, behind the television, inside the cupboard, between the book shelf! Everywhere! I turned it upside down yet n

Panting like a mad dog, I crashed to the floor, crying and tired. Who the hell is Sullivan? Who the hell are these people? And worst of all, how the hell am I supposed to get to Chicago? I have no ID on me. Nothing but my phone. Well, I’ve done nothing but take risks for the longest time so why not now? If it fucks the Rutherfords up, I’m down for it. I got up and doubled my speed, grateful at how tiny I am and how fast my legs have been since middle school. I caught sight of the bus station and realized I ran in the wrong direction. The last time I saw this particular bus station was when we moved into America. Nobody ever goes to this bus station; it has been in ruins since the 1900s. I’ve run too far to turn back now so yes, I proceeded into the abandoned bus station. At least one bus moves per week and I’m praying on everything I have that that one bus would be the bus I enter. “Hey! Hey!” I yelled, needle eye thin till I pass out. An old haggy man paused in his tracks an

“Oh thank goodness,” I sighed in relief, thankful for how the wind moved me here. “Ohhh, you’re the one with the crazy ambition.” Sean laughed like he has known me since I was born. “What do you mean?” I hissed, folding my arms under my breasts. “I’ve dropped my ambitions on the Rutherfords. Those people are crazy; but my cousin on the other hand, he smokes too damn much, he hates the Rutherfords as much as he loves his cigarettes. He could be of help to you. I’ll give you his card so you can find your way to the house because I won’t be leaving this place for a while.” Julian explained, searching his pockets for a card. “I don’t think she can leave either.” Sean breathed, holding his phone so close to his face. “Why?” I asked, hiccuping my way into further anxiety. “You’re wanted in Chicago, Chelsea.” Sean explained, causing my feet to go cold. “I didn’t even shoot her chest, I shot her wrist. How is she dead?” Panic set in, real time. “Chelsea, you left a gun a