Lost in the Mafia's Game

Chapter 7

Chanel's POV

Ahhhhhh! I throw the blankets off me and run out of my room past the kitchen and living room, I stop to listen to where the screaming is coming from. Downstairs. I rush down the stairs to the balcony and the scene that welcomes me is nothing short of catastrophic, I see bodies upon bodies scattering the floor and blood covering every ounce of visible space. My eyes go wide, I have never seen anything more horrific in my life. The house is lifeless, and I am alone in a place I have never been to, I couldn't find my way around even if my life depended on it, but I know that my life expectancy depends on me finding my way out of this hell whole. As I am making my descend down the staircase a pair of slimy hands wrap themselves around my neck slamming me hard into the marble steps.

As I look up the only thing that meets me are the dark soul-less eyes of Mr. ABC, "You snoop too much." He points a gun to my forehead and bang!

I push myself up in bed my eyes rip open so quick all I can see is darkness, I rub my face, "A dream, it was a dream breathe Chanel, in out in out in out." I haven't had a nightmare like that in months, it's this place, this place is dark the walls are dark the souls are dark the aura is dark everything is dark, at home my walls a painted a light tone and my decorations are feminine. I rub my eyes and roll over to face the clock on the wall, it reads a time I always dread, 3:55, night time. I hate waking up in the middle of the night, everything is eerie and silent and still, something about complete and utter silence gives me the chills.

I am a grown woman yet I still refuse to get out of the bed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night in fear of a monster grabbing my feet when I set my feet on the ground, except tonight the monster is replaced by the brown-eyed man who killed me in my dream. "I will just have to wait until morning." The only thing creeper than a monster grabbing your feet when you get up to pee is the anticipation of turning the flash light on your phone on to see if there is anything in the room. I don't seem to have that problem because all my possessions have been ripped from my body, including my phone. All I have in this room are the essentials, clothes and hygiene related items.

I roll back over to face away from the clock and cover my entire body with the heavy comforter, this is the only thing that makes me feel safe right now is a blanket that could have been used by murders. Tossing and turning is the only thing my mind lets me do, I toss and turn for what feels like an eternity which realistically is only about thirty minutes. I start getting a growing knot in my chest, it feels like something bad is going to happen any second now.

Dominic's POV

I wake up at about three in the middle of the night to a thud from the kitchen, I instantly feel a dreaded feeling in my chest; my body is tired, my brain is tired, my soul is tired, everything is tired. It feels like I have been walking on stones for three days straight, I reach over and grab my phone and check my security cameras, I know there isn't going to be anything out of the ordinary, I would have been alerted by now but it's a security blanket for me to make sure personally that everything is settled. One of my biggest downfalls, something I would never admit to anyone, is I cannot give up control of anything. It isn't a degrading thing where I think my men are incapable, it's more of the fact that I just can't relinquish control. I take an hour of my day to double check that everything is running smooth with Niccolo, Lucca, Vincenzo, Donovan, and Griffin. I check the weapons and ammo supply, I go over financial statements, I read up on our lenders, I watch over training in the big gym and in the fields outside, and I constantly have the security cameras playing wherever I go. Maybe my lack of relinquishing control makes my mafia one of the most powerful in the world, maybe being too involved is a good thing, at least that's what I tell myself.

I look down at my phone in my hand and see an alert I didn't seen before. 'We have just been breached again Boss.' The text I read from Vincenzo is anything but soothing. My entire life our network and security system has only been breached twice, once when I was twelve and just recently, now its happening twice under my watch.

"What's going on Vincenzo?" I say rounding the corner into his office, I don't get a reply. As I make my way into his office I see him laying on the floor with two bullet wounds to his back, one in the ribs and one in his lower back. My eyes dart up and all the camera monitors are fuzzy. "Fuck."

Hi loves! Its 8 p.m., you know what time that is! LITMG time! Today's chapter is a bit shorter than usual, but I've left you with a cliff hanger and I cannot wait to hear from you guys in the comment section! See you on Thursday! Happy reading my mafia lovers!