Mafia Lord's Ultimate PaybacK

Jake entered the basement, his eyes dark and sharp as ever locked on Lillian, her limped body lying lifeless on the cold cement floor.

The sight twisted rage in him and his jaw clenched tightly. Without a second thought, he pulled out his gun.

Bang!

He fired at the wall. The loud bang echoed through the basement like thunder.

After another shot, Lillian jerked awake, her breath hitched as her eyes fluttered opened. She coughed weakly and looked around, only to find Jake staring down at her. The side of her neck hurts and it didn't take a second before it registered in her head that she had been kidnapped.

He stood over her, his gun still in his hand smoking from the shot. Her lips trembled as she swallowed her saliva, her lips quivering as she fisted on her dress.

"You are the root of all the problems I'm facing right now," He muttered, his voice low but laced with venom. He raised his gun again but pointed it directly at her. "How about I just kill you?"

Her heart dropped to her stomach. Panic hit her hard. She wanted to speak but only shaky sobs that escaped her lips.

Jake moved closer, crouched in front of her and lifted her face with the barrel of the gun. Her already flowing tears streamed down her cheeks, her body trembling all over.

"P-Please," She quivered but he smirked. A dangerous one.

"Welcome to my wrath, puta," he sneered, watching her tears like it amused him. But just then, his phone rang.

The sound sliced through the tension. Lillian swallowed hard, thanking God silently for the interruption.

She watched as he stared at the screen longer than expected, his irritation was evident. His jaw clenched again before he stood up and walked out of the basement without a word.

Lillian collapsed back to the floor, rubbing the side of her neck. It aches like hell. She pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in them, crying quietly. She had no hope of escaping.

Her parents were in the countryside. She always made sure to call them. Now, she didn't know if they even knew she was missing.

Jake marched out of the basement, his phone to his ear.

"Yes," he said shortly, heading to his room and stripping off his shirt.

"Your father called me, boss," his right-hand man, Carlos reported. That was expected.

He hummed and grabbed clean clothes from his closet.

"The tanker will arrive by dawn, but it needs you it be there. He's pulling strings to stop the delivery but I'm working on it already,"

"Drop it," Jake told him, "Get the plane ready. You're coming with me to Los Angeles," He ordered and ended the call.

That b!tch didn't even wait for an hour before running to Daddy. He thought, getting dressed before he left the house.

BACK IN THE BASEMENT, Lillian stayed in the same spot crying for hours. Her voice was weak and her body was cold. The silence in the underground room was crushing. The tears wouldn't come anymore.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching.

Her body tensed, thinking Jake was back. Her heartbeat picked up when the door creaked open slowly, but it revealed a woman in a maid's uniform holding a tray of food.

"Dinner," Olivia said.

Lillian stared at the tray, the delicious aroma hitting her nose, but after considering all possibilities, she shook her head gently.

"I'm not hungry," she whispered. Her voice was barely audible, hoarse from crying.

Olivia gazed down at her with a mix of curiosity and pity, wondering what she had done to incur Jake's wrath and a flicker of concern because of how pitiful Lillian looked.

She doesn't look like those b!tches that warms his bed.

"It's past dinner time," She replied gently. "Whatever relieveness it might bring you, Mr. Hernandez travelled this afternoon,"

Lillian looked up quickly. "Really?"

Olivia nodded once, stepping further in to set the food on a small table in the corner.

"I'll come back for the plates."

"Ma-please wait!" Lillian shot up, wobbling a little from weakness.

"Can you lend me your phone? Just for a minute. I won't call the police, I swear. I just want to let my parents know I'm alive. They'll be so worried. Please." Her voice broke on the last word.

Olivia sighed. She knew this girl wasn't lying, there was no defiance in her eyes. Just pain.

But she knew better. Bringing her food was wrong in the first place but Ms. Rose insisted she brings her food. And now this?

"I'm sorry," she replied. "I really am. But I can't. Just eat and I'll come back later."

Lillian dropped to her knees. "I'm not trying to run. I just want them to sleep without worrying that their daughter's dead somewhere. If it were your parents, would you want them to be left wondering?" she cried, trying to guilt-trip her.

Olivia flinched at her words. Inwardly, she rebuked such a curse over herself or her parents. She had no business angering the devil she worked for.

"I'll come back for the tray," she said again and quickly left the room before she changed her mind.

Lillian could only wept, hoping Evie would be nice enough to tell them she was fine.