THE MAFIA'S HEIR

CHAPTER 4

**Michael's POV**

Reality hit me like a freight train. I felt a surge of shame and anger wash over me as I realized that I had brought this on myself. If anyone in the world deserved something good, it was Rosalla. How was I supposed to explain this to her? How could I tell her that I didn’t mean for any of this to happen? Those bastards—damn it all!

“What the hell are you still doing in my house!?” I yelled at Wills, my voice echoing in the empty rooms. “I’ll deal with you later. Do you have any idea what I can do?”

My heart raced as the weight of the situation bore down on me. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and regret. I couldn’t even make sense of my own feelings, let alone explain them to Rosalla. In a fit of rage, I had smashed the glass tables, sending shards flying everywhere. It was as if I was trying to destroy the pain I felt inside, but all it did was make the chaos around me reflect the turmoil within.

I had never felt this miserable before. Rosalla was more than just a girlfriend to me; she was my anchor, the one person who understood me like no one else. I doubted she even realized how much she meant to me.

“Argh! I need to think. This isn’t happening. I have to make her understand, no matter what,” I muttered to myself, desperation creeping into my voice.

Frantically, I searched for my car keys, nearly losing them in the wreckage of my thoughts and emotions. I rushed out of the house, locking all the doors behind me. I didn’t want anyone tampering with what remained of my sanity—or the mess I had created. There had to be more to this situation than met the eye.

I drove to the Daniels building, certain that she would be there. As I pulled up, my heart sank when I saw two black cars parked in the compound. They didn’t belong to Rosalla's father, as far as I knew.

The Daniels family knew me well, especially Jason. I had spent countless hours with them, yet this felt different—off somehow. I hesitated for a moment before deciding to walk in instead of driving. But just as I got out of the car, a large man stepped out of one of the vehicles, a menacing presence that screamed trouble.

Something was definitely wrong. He surveyed the area before leaning into the car and removing his sunglasses. A scar creased his right eye, and my instincts kicked in. I knew this wasn’t just some random thug; he emanated an aura of danger, one I had learned to recognize growing up in the barracks.

I stood still, trying to gauge the situation. I hoped they would disperse soon—maybe I was overreacting. But then my world tilted on its axis. I watched in horror as Rosa was hoisted over the shoulder of one of the men, kicking and screaming. Shock paralyzed me—I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Not her. Not after all she had been through. She didn’t deserve this nightmare.

Her father stepped out of one of the cars, his face devoid of emotion. He watched the scene unfold, utterly placid, as if it were a daily occurrence. How could he stand by and let this happen to his daughter?

“What has he done to her?” I whispered, heart pounding in my chest.

Rosa’s screams ehoed in my jach cry piercing through my resolve. If I hadn’t messed up so badly, we could have been safe be h. Now, seeing her in danger felt like a dagger twisting in my gut. I couldn’t let this happen. I felt weak, my knees wobbling, as I tried to hide from their view.

Someone needed to act, but they drove away as if nothing had happened. Ang8er boiled within me, propelling me into the building. I grabbed Rosa's dad by the collar, tears streaming down my face.

“What the hell did you do to her!?” I shouted. He struggled against my grip, his eyes wide with panic. My clenched fist hurt, but I didn’t care; my anger screamed for vengeance.

“Who have you sold her to?” I demanded, desperation turning my voice raw.

“I—I can’t breathe!” he gasped, squirming in my hold.

“I know you’ve never accepted her, but this is madness! What have you done?” I pressed, my heart racing.

“I would never hurt my daughter, I swear!” he finally managed to say, pulling away from my grip with difficulty.

“I didn’t have a choice,” he mumbled, those words cutting deeper than any knife could.

I turned around and rushed back to my car, my heart racing with every step. I had to follow them; that man didn’t fully comprehend what was happening.

I jumped into the car and turned the ignition. As I searched under the passenger seat, my fingers brushed against my gun. I retrieved it, loaded it, and held it firmly in my grip. I was scared, but fear wouldn’t stop me. Nothing would stand in my way.

“I’m coming for you, Rosa, no matter what it takes,” I promised myself, determination filling me with fire.

Just then, my phone buzzed with a message. “Hello, you’ve got company—a sports car, plate number 234SE45X.” My heart raced even faster. I had to go now.

I tore out of the parking lot, adrenaline rushing through my veins. I wouldn't let anything happen to her. I couldn’t fail her again. How could I face her if I didn’t try? She meant everything to me, and I wasn’t about to let her disappear into a dark world I couldn’t reach her in.

I could hear her voice in my mind, urging me on. I remembered the way she laughed, the way she’d looked at me with trust and love. I was going to find her—I had to. And I would make this right. No matter what the cost.

The city blurred past as I chased the unknown, but one thing was certain: I was coming for Rosalla, and nothing would sway me from that path.