Mafia Don Ex, It's Over !

It felt like an eternity before the bag was pulled off my head. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the dim light of a vast, empty room. The walls were bare, and there was a faint smell of dampness in the air. I heard footsteps, and a potbellied man with a greasy smile stepped forward.

“Well, hello there, Mrs. Gebbert,” he said, his voice thick with a foreign accent. “My name’s Viktor. You don’t know me, but I know your husband very well.”

I didn’t recognize him, but there was something about his eyes that sent a chill through me. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Oh, it’s not about what I want,” he said, chuckling. “It’s about what I need. You see, I have a little vendetta with your dear Keaton. He’s wronged me, and I need to settle the scores. And you, my dear, are the perfect bait.”

I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “I won’t call him. I won’t get him involved.”

Viktor’s smile faded, and he leaned closer. “You will, or things might get unpleasant for you, Mrs. Gebbert. Let me explain something—Keaton is not just a businessman. He’s the Don of one of the most powerful Mafia groups in this city. He’s ruthless, and he knows how to handle problems. But even he can’t ignore a call from his wife, especially when her life is on the line.”

My hands trembled as I clutched my phone which he handed to me. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want Keaton to be in danger because of me, but Viktor’s cold, unforgiving eyes told me I had no choice. I dialed Keaton’s number, praying he would understand the urgency.

He answered on the second ring. “Lissa, what is it?”

“Keaton,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need you to come here. I’ve been taken… they want to—”

“Lissa, I’m with Lacey right now,” he said, cutting me off. “She’s pretty shaken up, and I need to be here for her.”

I felt like my heart stopped. “Keaton, my life is in danger! I’m telling you—”

He sighed. “Look, I’ll check on you later, okay? I’m sure you can handle whatever’s going on.”

The line went dead. I stared at the phone, disbelief washing over me. My husband, my protector, the man I thought would move heaven and earth for me, had just told me that he was too busy keeping Lacey company to care that I was in danger.

I looked up, my hands shaking, and saw Viktor smirking at me. “Well, well, Mrs. Gebbert,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “It seems your beloved husband doesn’t care as much as you thought.”

I felt something break inside me, a searing pain that cut deeper than any wound. Keaton was choosing her over me.

Viktor’s men started closing in, their laughter echoing around the dimly lit room. “Maybe we should teach this one a lesson,” one of them sneered, his grin revealing a row of yellowed teeth. “Make sure Keaton learns not to mess with boss Viktor again.”

Viktor, lounging against the wall with a cigarette dangling from his lips, nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, sounds good. She’s pretty, but I don’t make out with married women.” He took a drag from the cigarette and exhaled the smoke lazily. “Let’s just give her a little disfiguration. Her face will be perfect.”

A chill ran down my spine, and I shivered with disgust. My heart hammered in my chest, but I clenched my fists, trying not to let them see my fear. “Go ahead, try it,” I taunted, forcing a smirk onto my face. “Keaton’s going to come after you all, and you’ll wish you were never born.” I didn’t believe my own words, but I had to stall, to do anything to make them hesitate.

One of the men stepped closer, his hand twitching as if itching to follow through with Viktor’s order. He reached out, and I instinctively stepped back, my pulse racing. But then, a calm, steady voice broke through the murmur of threats and jeers.

“Touch her, and I’ll break every bone in your body,” the voice said, cold and commanding.