Caught in The Mafia’s Web

Chapter Three

Three Days Later

Aurora’s POV

“What do you mean he has requested to speak only with me?” I asked Dennis on the Phone.

“We’ve tried to get another therapist to have sessions with him but she was bruised and he has made it clear that he would murder the next therapist we send if that person isn't you,” Dennis explained.

This new development worried me, I had thought that walking away and ignoring Greg would get me out of his hold but here I was being roped into his grasp.

“Aurora, you are our last hope. We can't get anything out of him and we need this to help the police. You are the only one he will speak to, I think he likes you.” He pinpoints.

I was about to respond when I was startled by Maxen’s whistling, as I turned around to notice him fixated on one of my artworks.

“What’s that sound?” Dennis quickly inquired.

“Oh, it's nothing. Probably just a network glitch.” I chuckled, hiding how nervous I was while sternly gesturing to Maxen to stop the whistling. “Okay, I will come to the prison and do the therapy session with him, but this is the last time I will be doing it,” I said, pointing out my condition.

“Perfect, your flight will be scheduled immediately.”

“Like right now?” I asked, staring at the wall and realizing it was only seven in the morning. I can’t do it, not right now. I am not even ready.” I protested.

“You are a professional therapist, Aurora. I know you can do this, don’t forget if you can carry this out you will be rewarded heavily by the Mayor and the police department.” He said.

I picked an offense in his words but shrugged it off quickly, I didn't have to prove my worth to the police department or the mayor. I just wanted to do my job, all the prizes attached to this session were just crazy to me.

“Fine, I will get to it then. Give me about an hour or two.” I concluded.

“Great, I will be expecting you.” He finished off and hung up.

“Going to see the Boss today?” Maxen asked, his eyes still fixed on the wooden piece of art.

“Greg gives me such a headache!” He doesn't want help and now he has to imprison me in the name of therapy sessions? This is excessive and absurd behavior.” I threw a tantrum, while Maxen just gazed at me.

“When Greg gave the order that I should guard you, It came as a shock. I thought he had something evil up his sleeves, but having a girl was never on the list. He must certainly like you a lot.

“I do not want anything from him and he would never be anything more to me than an illegal piece of s**t who would step on anyone to get what he wants.”

Maxen's face wrinkles in disappointment as he shakes his head in disapproval, walking towards me, his eyes not wavering from mine.

“The media has a way of confusing the public with cooked-up stories. It is not in my place to tell the truth but lies only linger for a short period of time and soon the truth will surface.” He remarked.

I moved away from him and headed straight to my room, I had no time for his c**k and bull stories; Dennis would have already had my flight scheduled.

I quickly changed into a simple outfit and made my way to the Living room where Maxen was seeing a series.

“Would you mind, if I dropped you off at the airport?” He asked.

“I wouldn't be needing your assistance, besides I don’t want to give people the wrong idea, you know what I mean,” I said, as I took my leave.

In reality, I just needed someone to watch over the apartment even though I wasn't entirely happy it had to be Maxen because he was sent by Greg.

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After what felt like forever on the plane, I was back at the Alabama Prison, headed for Greg’s cell room. My mind was ravaged with a lot of questions, he certainly had a lot to answer for me.

“Go in there, get whatever necessary information you can get out of him,” Dennis instructed, while I stood in front of the cell room.

“Rest assured we have you protected at all costs. Any funny movement and he will cease to exist before your eyes. He will be electrocuted without a second thought, your safety is our priority.” Dennis Guaranteed.

I heaved a deep sigh as I stepped into the cell room. Greg concentrated on a book he held in his hand with his hand on the table.

“The prodigal therapist returns.” He exclaimed, closing the book harshly and taking his feet off the table in a bid to compose himself.

“I want the audio records in this room to be turned off,” Greg says facing the direction of the camera.

“What do you mean? That would defeat the point of this session wouldn't it?” I asked.

“That is my only condition to talk about anything. Having you here to take notes should be sufficient or do they doubt your ability to handle a job perfectly without being supervised?” I wiped my face trying to relieve myself of the stress Greg was about to put me through.

“Very well then, we will do as you have asked, but the camera stays on!” Dennis' voice peered through the speaker.

I walked towards the table as he gestured for me to take a seat. He looked a bit pleased to see me, but as usual, he had the same cocky smile plastered across his face.

I turned to look at the audio recorder to make sure it was turned off before I said whatever I had to say. Realizing I couldn't be heard, I attacked.

“Why did you send Maxen to look after me like a child? I never asked to be protected, secondly, how are you able to get a phone in here and conveniently make use of it?”

“Let’s just say I have some men in high places here. But getting Maxen’s protection is solely for your own good.” He stated.

“What are you insinuating? “ I asked curiously

“I hoped that by laying low in here, I would have grounds to restrategize and plan my next move. However, I have it on good authority from a feathered friend about the emergence of a new rival. If they knew about your involvement in my case. They will end you, by that I mean murder you.”

I took some time to let my mind process all he had said, and fear began to envelop me, as dread took over my entirety I struggled to maintain my composure.

“You are not taking any time off Greg, you are about to face the full wrath of the law,” I said firmly as he laughed hysterically at my statement.

“You still underestimate my ability to evade any form of punishment. My escape from this s**t hole should be in about, one, two,…” he counted, lifting his finger up as he did. “Now!”

The door blasted open and I turned to see a uniformed man covered in blood.

“It took you long enough.” I turned to face Greg, as he blurted out this statement. “Is the carriage ready?” He asked while getting on his feet in G and wiping the imaginary dust off himself.

“What in heaven's name is happening here, Greg?” I asked, my confusion evident.

“What does it look like to you, sweetheart? We are leaving, get up!” He commanded, grabbing his book.

“W-what do you mean, we?” I asked, my body shivering as I stared at him in disarray.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart but you're going to have to come with me, there's no time to explain everything now.” Right before I could wrap my head around everything, I felt a hard blow to my head and immediately I gave into the still darkness.