Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 229

ARIELLA

My body is tense. Every nerve in my body is screaming at me that I can't fight anymore. I just let Alan pull me forward, my hand pressed against my side, my mind spinning, my body unable to keep up.

We get to the kitchen. They open the back door. The other man is in front of us, watching the streets, gun still raised. As he walks towards a car parked in the driveway, he gets inside the front seat and opens the back door. Alan pushes me into the back of the car and then gets in after me before he can even tell the other man to drive, he drives off.

I look around, wondering where they're taking me and what they're going to do to me when we get there. A few minutes later, we drive into a dark road, a place where it's just trees and darkness. I see then clearly: this is where I'm going to die. This is the place where I'm going to die.

This is where Alan is going to kill me.

A few minutes into the dark road, a car appears in front of us. It stops. Alan opens the door, gets out, and pulls me with him.

“Where are we going?” I ask again.

Alan snaps. “Shut the hell up. Do you want me to shut you up?”

I shake my head no.

“Good,” he says, smiling at me coldly.

In the car in front, two men open their doors and come toward us. They immediately ask,

“Where is the boy?”

I know exactly who they're talking about; it's Leon.

“We got into a little bit of a problem, but we have her,” Alan says, pushing me forward.

I have no idea what is going on, what they're talking about, or what kind of scheme I'm a part of, but I'm terrified for my life. The only thing I can focus on, the only thought that consumes me, is Leon.

My stomach twists in every direction, my chest feels like it’s being squeezed, and every thought in my head screams that he has to be safe. My eyes dart around, trying to make sense of the men in front of us, the shadows stretching across the dark road, the cold metal of the car doors, the weight of Alan’s hand still on my arm.

I try to steady my breathing, to keep myself calm, but it’s impossible. The fear coils tighter with every step we take toward the men.

“He’s… he’s fine. He is with his father; he will be alright without me,” I repeat the mantra in my head.

“Our agreement was with both of them,” the man said sharply.

“I know,” Alan replied, his tone flat, almost casual. “But like I said, we still have her.”

“What are we going to do with her? We need the boy to do the DNA test.”

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