Trapped by the Mafia Twins

Chapter 3

Everleigh

The man's gaze flickered between Liz, me, and Victor, his expression unreadable. A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he entertained Victor's suggestion.

I turned to Victor, a mixture of anger and disappointment welling up inside me. "Are you out of your mind? You would offer us up like that?"

Victor flinched under my harsh words, his face contorted with shame. "I'm sorry, girls. I don't know what else to do."

Liz's eyes glistened with tears as she looked at Victor, her voice quivering. "Victor, you useless piece of s**t!"

"Now, now, girls. You can't blame him for trying," the man chuckled and slapped Victor's back.

The man's wicked smile deepened as he witnessed the tension and anger between us. He seemed to take pleasure in the situation.

"I understand that emotions are running high," the man said, his tone filled with mock sympathy. "But let's not forget the predicament we're in."

Liz shot a vicious glare at the man, her voice dripping with disgust. "And what exactly is the 'arrangement' you're proposing?"

The man's eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and cunning. "You two will work for our organization. Our boss wouldn't be happy about the money being lost, but he will be pleased with the replacements," he said and looked us up and down. "Both of you stand up for me, would you?"

"I am not doing anything you ask!" Liz said defiantly.

I shot her a warning glance. It's best not to antagonize these men, so I stood up. "Liz, please," I whispered.

Liz understood my fear and stood up too.

"Now, darlings, why don't you do a turn for me?" the man cooed.

"f**k off," Liz hissed.

Liz's defiance pierced the air, her voice filled with anger and defiance. The room fell into a tense silence as her words hung in the air, challenging the authority of the man and his organization.

The man's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Liz with a mix of irritation and amusement. He seemed momentarily taken aback by her audacity, but a cruel smile slowly crept back onto his face.

"Such feisty spirits," he sneered, his voice laced with a threatening undertone. "But remember, my dear, defiance comes at a cost."

My heart raced as I watched the dangerous exchange between Liz and the man.

"Liz, please," I whispered, my voice trembling with concern. "We need to be smart about this. Let's find a way to navigate through this situation together."

The man turned his attention to me. "You seem like a smart woman. What is your name?"

"Eve," I said quietly.

"Listen to Eve, Liz. Now give me a nice spin." the man smirked.

Liz glanced at me, her eyes filled with determination and defiance. But she understood the need to comply, at least for now. With a deep breath, she stood up and began to turn, mirroring my earlier movements.

Her steps were measured, but I could see the fire burning in her eyes, a silent promise that she wouldn't let herself be broken by these men. As she completed the turn, she returned to her seat with a stoic expression, her spirit unwavering despite the circumstances.

I wish I could show my strength like Liz, but I had a feeling it wouldn't go well with these guys. I had to be extra careful around these guys.

The man's smirk widened, relishing in our compliance. "Well done, ladies," he said, his voice dripping with a mix of condescension and amusement. "You'll be useful assets for the boss."

None of us spoke.

"Does this mean you will let me go?" Victor spoke up with desperation in his voice.

The man turned to him, his lips twisted into a grin. He slowly stepped toward Victor and then held his gun against Victor's forehead.

"Wait...what are you..."

The deafening sound of a gunshot shattered the silence, echoing through the room and rumbling in my ears. Time seemed to slow down, and my heart leaped in my chest, pounding against my ribcage as fear gripped me tightly.

The air thickened with the acrid smell of gunpowder, assaulting my senses and further heightening my unease. It felt as though the room had been consumed by an eerie stillness, interrupted only by the fading echoes of the gunshot.

I looked at Liz, who looked as if she was frozen in shock.

I stared at the source of the noise, my eyes widening in horror as the scene unfolded before me. Victor, our stepfather, knelt frozen in place, a look of shock on his face. Blood oozed from the wound on his forehead, staining the floor underneath him.

A mix of terror and grief washed over me, my mind struggling to process the horrifying reality of what just happened. I wanted to throw up all over the carpet.

Liz reacted first and started screaming.

Liz's piercing scream shattered the stillness that had enveloped the room, jolting me out of my stunned state.

I felt a lump forming in my throat and I couldn't breathe. The room seemed to spin around me.

"Marc, shut that girl's mouth before the neighbors call the cops," the man ordered one of his henchmen.

Marc swiftly moved towards Liz, his expression void of any remorse or hesitation. With a cold and emotionless gaze, he reached out and forcefully grabbed Liz, clamping his hand over her mouth to stifle her cries.

Liz's muffled screams pierced the air, her eyes wide with terror and desperation as she struggled against her captor's grip. The sound of her muffled pleas and the sight of her helpless struggle intensified the knot of helplessness and rage building within me. I wanted to lash out, to fight back, but I stayed still.

"Why, why did you kill him?" I said, my voice is barely audible.

"What, sweetheart?" the man cooed.

"Why did you kill him? I thought you wanted to make a deal?" I said, a bit louder this time.

He took a step closer, his cold gaze locking onto mine.

"Oh, sweetheart," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Did you really believe that we had any intention of making a deal with him? He was disposable, just like anyone else who gets in our way."

His words sent a chill down my spine, a realization dawning on me that there was no reasoning with these merciless people. The facade of negotiation had been shattered, replaced by a stark and brutal reality. My voice trembled, a mixture of fear and anger fueling my words.

"But... but you said you wanted something from us. Why... why kill him if you need us?" I questioned, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and desperation.

The man's lips curled into a sinister smirk, his eyes glinting with a malicious gleam. He leaned in closer, his voice a low, menacing whisper. "What makes you think we won't get what we need from you? Oh, trust me, we will still get a use out of you. I didn't need to keep that weasel alive for that."