Kidnap Book One, Kidnapped By Mistake

Traitor

Mateo's Point Of View 

The weight of the situation pressed down on me as I steered through the urban maze. I felt a surge of satisfaction as I picked up the phone to tell Boss about Charlie. With a swift dial, he picked it up without hesitation.

"Hello, boss?" I asked, glancing at the streets.

"What's the situation? Did you handle that motherfucker? I'm so eager to kill that dog." He snarled his words through gritted teeth.

"Boss, I've got him, but there might be a problem. A woman got involved, and she could spell trouble for us. So, I brought her in." My words were calm and stated the facts plainly. 

"You should've silenced her! You've just added fuel to the fire!" His voice crackled with rage.

I wasn't able to beamed back because the call ended abruptly. The call ended abruptly, leaving me to ponder the situation as I focused on the road ahead. The city lights flashed by in a blur, and the weight of the situation was heavy on my mind. 

Flashed back to a time when I was just a kid, living on the street, lost, and alone. My life was a struggle, begging for food to survive. It wasn't easy dealing with everyday life, but Antonio changed everything for me. He took me under his wing, transformed my life, and offered me a place in his world. He provided everything for me, not just material things, but he also treated me like his own son. 

Fast forward to the present, where I've become one of Antonio's trusted allies, a part of a secretive world where Boss leads a mafia organization known as Hitman. Our mission is to assist high-profile criminals in eluding justice, bending the rules to their advantage, and shaping fate to their liking.

As I steer through the night, the city alive with secrets and shadows, I am reminded that in this realm of uncertainty, every decision holds weight and has consequences. The night is alive with possibilities and dangers, and I know one thing for sure: in this world of shadows and secrets, every move counts.

Alesia's Point Of View 

The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colours as Joseph navigated the winding streets.

His hands, strong and sure on the steering wheel, were a stark contrast to the nervous flutter in my stomach. His leather jacket, a perfect complement to his sharp features, made my heart skip a beat. He caught me staring and flashed that smile that always melted my defences, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"Lost in thought, sweetheart?" he teased me, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

"Just caught up in the moment with you," I replied, leaning closer, the scent of his cologne intoxicating. But before he could respond, my phone buzzed, shattering the intimate moment.

Lost in the warmth of his presence, I felt a pang of guilt when my phone interrupted. Rico's name flashed on the screen, and Mico's gaze turned curious. 

"What's up?" I asked, putting the call on speaker, a wave of unease washing over me. Joseph, my boyfriend, sat besides me, his gaze serious, his hand resting reassuringly on my knee.

"Where's Stephanie?" Rico's voice was tight, piercing through the car.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confusion clouding my mind.