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Mafia Love Returned

Elena Gilbert a journalist and Richard Christiano a Mafia boss, fates are tangled up when they meet each other in unforseen circumstances. Mystery and a past love all fall into their hands. Will their love continue or will their love story end...? Feel free to COMMENT!!!(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Issy23 · Fantasie
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29 Chs

Captured....

(Shit! Why did it have to ring now of all places! And it is my aunt that is calling! Great timing Aunt Amelia!)

I panic in fear as men start coming my way. I quickly put my camera in my bag, zip it and run as fast as I can.

"There she is!" one of the men said

(They know that I'm a woman! Shit this isn't going as good as I thought! Why must you do a stupid thing like this to yourself Elena!)

I run across onto the pavement and continue running. A fast sound passes my ear and I scream. They are shooting at me! Are they crazy!

"This isn't over!" Mr Osmer said returning to the car and it leaves coming towards my direction.

"Stop right there young lady where do you think you are going?!" He said making me thinking whether to be disgusted or frightened by his words.

I choose disgusted.

I run across the road to run the opposite direction.

"Turn this car around!" Mr Osmer said

"Yes sir!" said the driver

Ha! He thinks he can catch me that easy. Just as I'm about to make a right turn to run into the subway station the black limousine from earlier pulls up next to me.

"Get in!" the good-looking man said

"What? Why would I do that?" I said

"You really don't have an option. Osmer doesn't like witnesses he will kill you." a young man said sitting next to the good-looking guy

He looks younger than me. But that isn't important right now. Should I just jump in and listen to them or continue running to the subway. I make a decision to jump into the car. Well I didn't have much of a choice I literally got dragged by the third guy from the car that appeared from behind me and grabbed me by the wrist.

Why do I never learn self-defence. Mom always told me too but I guess I don't like to listen.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask

"To our residence." said the young man

I want to ask another question but instead gaze to the outside of the window. I really have made a mess of things today. Not only have I made myself in danger I have made my new story go into the drain. Thinking that being a journalist would be easy. Not as easy as I thought....