(Picture above is Mariam's hair. NOT THE GIRL)
Ashley's P.O.V
Turning around in a swift movement, we came face to face with....Dante DiCaprio?!
"Well, well, if it isn't Ash again. Didn't we saw each other in London last time?"
"I don't what you're talking about or who are you." I lied.
"Oh, really. Then I may perhaps confuse you with someone else, who has a British accent." He replied playing along.
"Maybe." I mutter, before grabbing Jiya's other arm.
Dragging her to the mansion was easy but, getting Dante out of the way was fucking hard. So I decided to make an agreement that he wouldn't be able to resist.
"Sir, you let them go to the pack house doctor and I go with you." I offer, still playing along.
"No need to be formal. Call me Dante and yes, its a deal." Shaking hands, we close the deal.
Holding his hand out, I took it, only to be snatched by Mariam. "WHAT THE HELL?!" She furiously shouted.
"Its my fault Jiya got hurt, now I have to fix it by going with Dante." I replied.
"You can't leave with him. What if he kills you or worse sells you." She began to ramble non stop.
"MARIAM!" I shouted, making her to snap out of her rambling. "I'm going and that's final."
"Also, you're taking Jiya to the pack house doc with no buts or arguments." I said, scratch that out I meant demanded.
Giving up, Mariam nodded and went inside the mansion, while dragging an unconscious Jiya. 'If you don't come back tomorrow, I'll tell Grace.' Mariam said, through mind link. 'Ok.' I replied.
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Dylan's P.O.V
Throwing Jacob in the trunk of my precious Lamborghini was fucking easy but, locking the trunk wasn't easy. Especially, when you put a bulky guy inside the trunk. "Should we interrogate him in the warehouse that's about 2 miles away from here." Damon offered.
"Good thinking, but we don't have our tools of torture in there." Jace replied.
"We don't need them, when we have our guns. Also, we know where his fiancé lives." I coldly said.
"That's a bit crucial, don't you think." Damon stated.
Let's just say Damon has a soft heart, while we're cold hearted.
"We're the leaders of the Italian Mafia. We were born to be cruel not soft." I said rudely.
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Getting in our Lamborghini's, we sped off to the abandon warehouse. Once seeing the old, dark, abandon warehouse, we parked our car and waited for Jace to get the ropes ready. (Pic of warehouse)⤵
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Four Possessive Mafia Brothers (Old Version)
Hombres LoboFour best friends flee from their pack house, wanting to live a new life. After five months passed they became one of the most richest and popular teens in New York. All those months their life was perfect until, their dark past comes to haunt them...
