Her Mafia Protector

a's

ouldn't have

irth was onl

without knowing it was the last time I'd see them. The same happened with Tracy. If I had known Uncle Zorah was

er in a long while, but all I could think of was Tracy. I still saw her wide eyes each time I

med. Meera had indeed given me a choice, I should have killed myself when I had the chance. I cried out loud and

he ground and

?! W

ly filled my ears, shattering the deafening silence, "You killed y

ouldn't. My eyes trailed lower and I figured I had been

. I must have been consumed with so much pain, I didn't notice I had been chained earlier

ike to see

doing this to

rds me and raised his fin

you." He approached me and pushed the syringe down my arms, making me scream out loud. I tried to

**

a moving van due to the horns blaring across the streets and screeching tires. My eyes widened as I struggled to stand, but I could barely lif

here

ere we

my mouth sealed, no one would hear me, but I didn't dare to stop. I continued hitting my fist on wha

*

I think she'

a whole lot of slee

ity myself than s

't know where I got the strength from, but I was able to sit upright and stare at the few ladies

e wa

d why would I need a l

her brown eyes wide with something I'd call fear. She flinch

r than me, I could see it in her eyes, and from the way

t voice like light in this bottomless pit. I ignored my

me that before

onchalantly, she believed she could trust no one else, she believed everyone was born to hate he

ean by 'sellin

rs about the rules in here, I might get whipped." Her voice trembled with so much fear, I felt a chill ru

made her way in, clutching a long, black whip. Her eyes seemed to trail everywhere at

to Hell