The Mafia Don Left Me To Die, But Now Regrets It

Mia curled up in the cold corner, trembling all over.

The sting on her face was still fresh, but what terrified her more was the endless darkness and the suffocating confinement.

Childhood shadows and the nightmare from six years ago crashed over her in waves.

Her breathing grew shallow. It was like her heart was clenched by an invisible hand, nearly jumping out of her chest.

“Let me out… please… let me out…”

She pounded helplessly on the heavy iron door. Her nails scraped bloody scratches into the wall. Her throat was so hoarse she could barely make a sound.

She had no sense of how long time had passed until a soft click of the lock sounded and a beam of light cut through the darkness.

Her eyes brightened. She scrambled toward it. “James, let me out! I-I know I was wrong! Please…”

Her voice died as she saw who had come.

Zinnia stood at the doorway, elegant and composed, looking down at her in utter disarray.

She leaned slightly forward. Her delicate fingers flicked over the lavish sapphire necklace at her throat, seemingly without a thought.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Zinnia’s voice was low. Each word was laced with poison. “James gave it to me. He said the color suits me.

“Thirty thousand of your nude photos got it for me, I hear.”

The scars she had long buried, the wounds that had numbed her with pain were ripped open by James’s own hand.

This necklace, now on another woman’s neck, was flaunted to crush the last shred of her dignity into dust.

Zinnia crouched, lifting Mia’s chin with a fingertip.

“Did you really think James loved you? You’re just a stray dog he picked up on a whim. He plays with you when he’s amused, discards you when he isn’t. No matter what I do, he will always be on my side.

“No woman by the Don’s side should be as pathetic as you, shrieking and sobbing at every little thing.

“You… are simply not worthy.”

Mia’s pupils dilated. She had no strength left to argue; only endless despair and numbness remained.

Then, outside the holding room, a series of sharp thuds and the crash of heavy objects rang out.

A few masked, armed men broke through the perimeter without warning, storming into the underground area.

Their movements were precise. It was as though they knew every inch of this place.

“Don’t move!”

Cold gun barrels were pressed against Zinnia’s and Mia’s temples.

They were pinned down with brute force, cloth forced into their mouths, hands cruelly tied behind them.

“Don Yorick’s women? Perfect timing!”

Mia’s mind went blank. She could not understand what was happening.

She only felt the darkness swallowing her completely.

…

Then, she opened her eyes again.

She was in an abandoned warehouse at the dock.

The masked men shoved her and Zinnia to the center.

Across from them stood James, whose face was dark as iron.

“Let them go.”

From the shadows, a man in a crisp white suit stepped forward, calm and composed.

The man was Shawn Gray, the young don of the Gray family.

He clapped slowly with a playful smile on his face.

He signaled his men to push Mia and Zinnia forward. The ticking of explosives attached to the women echoed clearly in the silent warehouse, each second slipping away.

“Of course.”

His words came slow and measured as though he was discussing nothing more serious than the weather. “I’ve prepared the full transfer documents for the East Harbor Dock.”

A subordinate handed him a folder.

“Sign this, and you can take one of these two women. The choice is yours. As for the one you leave behind… she’ll go out with a bang, becoming history along with this old dock.”