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The Mafia Boss’ Successor 104
Eliana's heart was pounding as she ran through the dense jungle, trying to put as much distance as possible between herself and Vincent's men who were fast catching up with her. She could hear their footsteps pounding behind her, their harsh breaths sounding like growls in her ears. She couldn't afford to stop, else the key got to Vincent."Stop running, Eliana!" Vincent's voice boomed behind her. "It's pointless. We'll catch you eventually." Vincent growled as he increased his pace.Eliana didn't dare turn around, she could feel his eyes on her back, burning into her like hot coals. She knew he was right, knew that she couldn't outrun them forever. But it was better than giving in to his callous threat. The key had to be protected at all cost, let it get into the wrong hands and Vincent isn't the best option to be in possession of the keys.As she ran, she noticed a flowing river through the trees and increased her pace. Without giving much thought to it, she changed course and ran t
The Mafia Boss’ Successor 105
Eden and Arnold were consumed with grief and anger after Elaina's death. Eden's thirst for revenge kept him going and he vowed to stop at nothing till Vincent paid, even with his blood.Arnold sighed,"Eden, I know how much this hurts you, I want you to…""I did not solicit any advice from you Arnold… It's my wife in question here, you don't know what it feels," Eden said, slightly raising his voice.Arnold stared at him in silence for a while, "Maybe I didn't lose my wife Eden, but I know what pain is,""Then you should help me fight this course Arnold, fight with me, let's avenge her death and get the treasure," he said in a shaky voice.Arnold walked over to his friend, "I'm here for you and you know it… let's go,". Eden's face lit up at Arnold's words and they set out to find Vincent.Their journey was filled with danger and challenges, but Eden was too focused on his revenge to stop. He pushed through every obstacle and danger they faced, determined to catch up with Vincent and hi
The Mafia Boss’ Successor Elaine
Elaine hummed to herself as she flipped the pan over, avoiding the utensils that would no doubt make clanging sounds and wake the entire family. Eden had been occupied recently with trying to find a good job and while he never spoke of his troubles to Elaine, she knew it bothered him a lot. The constant sneering and mistreatment from her family was beginning to wear him down. It had taken her pleas and cries to even get him to move in with the family and that might have been the biggest mistake ever. The least she could do was make him a hot meal. He’d come back so tired, he fell asleep before his head hit the pillow. She sighed and started to lift the plate off the counter, but it slipped from her oily hands and crashed into the tiled floor, shattering to bits. Her eyes widened and she fell to the floor, gathering the broken shards of glass. Shit, shit, shit! They couldn’t find her in here. They couldn’t find herhere. . . The sound of slamming doors and shuffling feet f
The Mafia Boss’ Successor Elaine
Elaine flailed while helping Eden up the stairs. Every step hurt and Eden groaned when he couldn’t keep the pain at bay. “Sorry,” she cried for the umpteenth time, adjusting slightly to keep him injured arm from grazing the size wall. He wondered why she bothered apologizing to him when she had cuts scattered about her palms too from trying to gather the broken glass pieces. He would scold her for injuring herself so, but he could hardly speak, and she’d probably done it to try cover for him. She twisted the door knob and they both staggered into the room. Eden’s knees gave out and he collapsed with a muffled cry, pulling Elaine down with him. She apologized and knelt by his side, pulling of his battered shirt slowly before disappearing to get a first aid kit to tend his wounds. The air was filled with his muffled grunts and groans as burning liquid touched his wounds. Once she was done, he opened his eyes to the emptiness of their bedroom. It was painted in varying shades of
The Mafia Boss’ Successor Eden
The interview didn’t turn out as well as Eden had anticipated.It didn’t turn out well at all. The moment they heard his surname, they turned him away with the excuse that they weren’t hiring. Every other location he visited gave him the same excuse. He went from door to door, searching and asking, but no one was hiring. As he followed the path down from where he’d just left, he was lost in thoughts of the day’s events. It was just another day of disappointment. But then, he shouldn’t really be surprised. His hope was long lost and he’d known better than to hope that today would be any different. Still, the frustration he felt wasn’t lost on him and he wanted to vent. Needed to. Else he would break down. He couldn’t afford to break. For Elaine, he had to keep going. She was the only reason he kept going.He wanted to be worth everything for her. He wanted to make her proud. So much so she would proudly say one day that she was the wife of Eden Vangot. Lost deeply in his th
The Mafia Boss’ Successor Derek
His lips split and pain throbbed in his cheeks as fist collided with flesh. “You should have just said so if you had no cash,” the taxi driver yelled, punching him again. At this rate, he would be heading home with a black eye. “I’m sorry,” he murmured to the driver, but it did little to calm the man’s anger. He kept punching and hitting Eden, demanding that he provided the fare he was charged, but Eden had nothing to give. He emptied out his pockets, showing the driver but the man didn’t stop hitting Eden. “Okay! Okay! I’ll make a call,” Eden said, panting, when the man raised a hand to hit him again. He had no idea who he was going to call but he had to figure something out before he would be beaten to a pulp. “You’d better!” The man yelled, letting go off Eden’sshirt collar. Eden staggered from the man’s grip, wincing at the pain in his body. A truly horrible day this was. He was almost tempted to use the cliché sentence, “Could it get any worse?”, but he knew it could. Fr
The Mafia Boss’ Successor 05
Eden took one step into the room and Elaine whirled, fuming.“You know what they will do to you for standing up to them.You know what happens when you fight back. They will hurt you back a hundred fold. Why then, do you keep doing that? Do you want to die?!” Eden sighed, dropping back to lean against the closed door. “I’m sorry, El. I just had a terrible day. It was too much to handle all at once.” Her eyes softened and she went to stand in front of him, concern written all over her features as she took him in. “What happened out there, den? You have cuts and bruises everywhere,” she said softly, leading him away from the door so he could sit on the bed. She disappeared for long enough to get the first aid kit—she’d been doing that a lot recently. He really would need to stop getting into trouble so he would stop needing to get fixed up. He winced when the wet cotton wool touched his lips and fire exploded in his cut lip. “Sorry,” she mumbled, green eyes fixated on the inju
The Mafia Boss’ Successor 06
The door was suddenly flung open and Eden’s heart lurched with it. He tried running, but a huge burly man had him dangling by his collar and something cold pressed against his throat. Eden stopped moving when he realized there was a gun to his neck.Fear gripped him. Real fear, and it paralyzed him and his senses. The man’s nostrils flared and he gazed into Eden’s eyes. He frowned slightly and dropped Eden slowly, deigning him unfit to be a threat. He lowered his gun, sizing Eden up and pulling him aside from prying eyes. “Who are you?” the man demanded and Eden’s gaze dropped to the gun in the man’s tight grasp. One wrong move, one wrong breath and he might just shoot him. He shivered, and it had nothing to do with the chilly air in the hospital. Just how did he keep finding himself in these sorts of situations? It would seem he had a penchant for trouble and terrible situations, seeing as he kept landing in them when he wasn’t even trying. His lips parted to answer, but he