A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Don

Marisa, trapped in the backseat, unleashed a torrent of desperate cries. “Stop the car, Alejandro! I won’t go with you! You can’t force me to follow you to wherever the hell you’re taking me!”

Alejandro, his eyes fixed on her through the rearview mirror, responded with a cold, “Shut up, Marisa.”

But Marisa, undeterred by his command, continued to resist. “I won’t shut up! Turn this car around right now! I won’t let you control my life!”

Alejandro’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as Marisa’s defiance fueled her determination. “You’re mine, Marisa. You’ll learn to accept it,” he retorted, his voice cutting through the tension in the confined space of the car.

As the Ferrari sped toward the Gambino’s Villa, Marisa’s desperate protests echoed in the air, each plea a testament to her refusal to succumb to Alejandro’s oppressive will.

“Listen, Alejandro! I have a son to take care of! You can’t just take me away like this!” Marisa shouted, her voice laced with desperation.

Alejandro, maintaining his icy composure, smirked through the rearview mirror. “Nothing will happen to Jeffery. He’ll be fine,” he replied, his words oozing with a sinister assurance.

Marisa’s eyes widened with disbelief. “And what the fuck makes you say that?” she demanded, her fear deepening at the thought of Alejandro bringing her son into the perilous situation.

“Let’s just say I have my men keeping a watch on your son, Marisa,” Alejandro sneered, his gaze unwavering as he navigated the winding road.

“You stay away from my son! He’s innocent in all of this!” Marisa pleaded, her desperation intensifying.

Alejandro chuckled darkly. “Your son won’t be harmed. Just remember, Marisa, you’re the one who chose this path.”

As the Ferrari continued its relentless journey towards an uncertain destination, Marisa grappled with the chilling reality that her struggles were not only impacting her life but also casting a shadow over the innocence of her son.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

As the Ferrari cut through the morning, Marisa’s worry for her son intensified. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to sob, regret weighing heavy on her heart. The decisions of the past few weeks haunted her, and the consequences of those choices now loomed over her like a dark cloud.

Regret washed over Marisa like a tidal wave. She lamented the night she slept with Alejandro, wishing she had found another way to secure the money for her son’s surgery, a way that didn’t involve venturing into the dangerous world of hook-ups.

“Why did I accept that offer?” Marisa muttered to herself, the weight of her choices becoming unbearable. She wished she had turned away when her friend, Clarabelle, introduced her to the perilous path she now found herself on.

Amidst Marisa’s sorrow, Alejandro heard her sobbing. He turned to look at her briefly, his face unreadable. “Stop crying,” he ordered, his tone cold and indifferent, before returning his attention to the road.

“Shut your mouth up, Alejandro!” Marisa snapped angrily, her tears streaming down her face. “You don’t have the right to tell me to shut up or say anything to me!”

Alejandro, unfazed by her outburst, continued driving, his expression unchanged. Marisa, fueled by anger and despair, yelled, “I regret the day I met you! I regret the night I slept with you! I regret the day you came into my life!”

As her words hung in the air, Alejandro suddenly brought the car to a stop. The abrupt halt startled Marisa, and a tense silence settled in the confined space of the Ferrari.

As the Ferrari came to an abrupt stop, Marisa’s heart raced with uncertainty. She wondered why Alejandro had halted their journey and what chilling revelation awaited her.

Turning to face her, Alejandro’s expression remained cold, his patience clearly wearing thin. “You’re infuriating me, Marisa. Shut the fuck up before I decide to end this right now,” he declared, his words laced with a dangerous intensity.

In response, Marisa, a mixture of mockery and anger in her tone, dared him, “Go ahead, Alejandro. Shoot me if that’s what you want. I’m not afraid of you.”

A flicker of anger crossed Alejandro’s face, and without hesitation, he brought out a gun from under his suit, leaving Marisa taken aback. The metallic gleam of the weapon sent a shiver down her spine as Alejandro pointed it menacingly at her face.

“Don’t dare me, Marisa. If you value your life, you won’t push me further,” Alejandro warned, the gun a menacing extension of his control. The tension in the car reached a chilling peak, but Marisa decided not to let him see the fear in her eyes.

Composing herself, Marisa smirked defiantly. “Pull the trigger, Alejandro. Let’s see how far you’re willing to go. Pull the trigger if you have the guts, Alejandro. Come on, do it!” she challenged, her bravado masking the fear that lurked beneath the surface.

Alejandro clenched his jaw, and then he did the unthinkable. With a sudden and shocking motion, he pulled the trigger without thinking twice. Marisa screamed in terror, shutting her eyes in anticipation of the gunshot.

Slowly opening her eyes, relief washed over Marisa when she realized he hadn’t shot her. However, as she glanced beside her, the discovery of a gun hole in the seat sent another wave of fear through her.

“You’re playing with fire, Marisa. Never dare me if you want to see your son again,” Alejandro warned, his tone cold and unforgiving.

Turning away, Alejandro dropped the gun on the seat beside him, and with a determined resolve, he started the car once again. The Ferrari roared back to life, resuming its journey towards the ominous Gambino’s Villa, leaving Marisa to grapple with the unsettling reality of her precarious situation.

As the Ferrari resumed its journey towards the Gambino’s Villa, a heavy silence settled in the car. Marisa, her bravado replaced by a sense of dread, began to sob quietly. Each tear that fell bore the weight of her despair and the realization of the perilous situation she now found herself in.

Her thoughts raced, desperately seeking a glimmer of hope, a plan to escape the clutches of Alejandro. The seat beside her bore witness to the gunshot that narrowly missed her, and that was a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked within the confines of the car.

Amidst her tears, Marisa clung to the fragile hope that an opportunity to break free would present itself. She silently vowed to herself that she would find a way to escape Alejandro’s control, to reunite with her son, and to rewrite the twisted fate that seemed to be closing in around her.