The Mafia's Grave Mistake

Chapter nine

Mafia grave mistake

Carolina,

I felt my strength waning with each passing second. Gullia's food from the previous day had been a ruse, a ploy to manipulate me into accepting an identity that wasn't mine. Now, with no water to drink, my tongue was parched and dry.

Left alone in the dark room, tied to a chair, I screamed out for help. "Please, is anyone there? I need some water!" The door creaked open, and a shadowed figure stood silhouetted against the dim light.

"Please, can I get some water? I'm gradually losing my strength," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. The figure stepped closer, his tone dripping with malice. "Yeah, I'll give you water and also your today's medicine, all in one."

Despite my instincts screaming warning signals, desperation drove me to trust him. "Thank you... thank you," I muttered, my gratitude genuine.

He clapped his hands, and another guard entered. "Get her some water. She's the Alpha's most prestigious guest," he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. The guard returned with a covered bowl, and the man untied my hands.

As I stumbled towards the bowl, my hands trembled with anticipation. The smell was repulsive, but I gulped down the liquid, desperate for relief. It tasted nothing like water, but I didn't care.

"I'm really grateful to you, really," I said, my relief mixed with uncertainty. The guard and the man burst into laughter, their mocking gazes piercing through me.

The man's voice cut through my gratitude. "I'm glad you enjoyed the stale urine from Enzo's bladder. His urine is stored every day and will be given to you to quench your taste until you're ready to say the truth."

My stomach churned as the realization hit me. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, my body rebelling against the foul liquid. Fear gripped me, squeezing tight as I tried to steady my trembling hands.

The man's voice was like a cold blade. "We are just getting started. When you finally agree to being Zylaria and stop your pretense and lies, then your real punishment will start. Alpha Enzo is only giving you an introductory session."

I lay on the cold floor, my body weak and exhausted. The man's voice was like a distant echo. "Your thirst has been quenched. Now, let's give you today's medicine."

He plugged in an electrocution machine, and the vibration sent a chill down my spine. I stuttered in fear, "I'm a journalist... I don't know who Zylaria is. My name is Carolina Miller... you can confirm it from the internet."

The guards exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with mockery. "The more you lie, the more you make things difficult for yourself," the man said, his voice dripping with malice. "Enzo lacks a working conscience, and nothing you say will make him leave you."

He toyed with the machine, making sure I stared at it in fear. "Do you know I hate you as much as Enzo does?" he began, his voice laced with venom. "My brother was killed because he failed to find you. One hundred men lost their lives because of you."

He grabbed a syringe filled with clear liquid, his eyes cold and calculating. As the needle hovered closer, I wondered what Zylaria had done to Enzo to evoke such hatred.

The man's laughter was like a knife cutting through my fear. "Enzo wanted today to be a punishment-free day for you, but guess what? A friend of yours went to his club with police to get him arrested."

My heart racing, I felt a wave of dread wash over me. Sapphire had gone to Enzo's club with police, and they couldn't do anything to him? That meant I was doomed. Sapphire was right; Enzo was a beast.

My poor mother, she must have put so much pressure on Sapphire. I took a deep breath and spoke, "What's my fate here?" The man's smirk deepened, and he paused, letting the needle glint menacingly in the dim light.

"Enzo will decide that, but for now, I'll help break your mind as instructed," he said with a chilling smile. The needle pierced my skin, spreading a cold numbness through my veins.

I fought to stay conscious, my mind racing with desperate plans. "You can't do this," I muttered, my voice barely audible. "I'm just a journalist. I don't know anything about Zylaria."

The man's laughter was like a cold breeze. "The more you lie, the more damage you'll suffer. Let's see how long you last."

As the drug took hold, my vision wavered, and shadows closed in. I tried to focus on the cold metal cuffs digging into my wrists, but my control slipped away faster than I could summon courage.

The man's voice was distant, but I caught snippets of his words. "You'll wake up with your brain cells a little damaged... Until you say the truth, you'll die slowly."

I muttered a plea, but my voice was barely audible. "Plesseee..." The darkness pulled me under, and I felt my body weaken.

Just as I thought all was lost, the man's voice cut through the haze. "One more thing, Zylaria. Enzo wants you to know that Sapphire won't be so lucky. She's going to pay for her little stunt."

The darkness closed in, and I was gone. But in the depths of my drugged mind, a spark of determination flickered to life. I would escape, and I would make Enzo pay. There must be a way to bring him down.

When I came to, I was in a different room. The man was nowhere to be seen, but a figure stood in the shadows. "Welcome back, zylaria," the figure said, its voice low and menacing. "I see you're feeling a little... foggy. That's okay. You'll have plenty of time to clear your head."

The figure stepped forward, and I saw it was one of Enzo's men. "You're going to be moved to a new location," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "And when you get there, you'll find out what Enzo has planned for you."

As he spoke, he reached for the restraints on my wrists. I felt a surge of fear, and my heart began to pound. Suddenly, alarms blared, and the man's phone rang. He answered, his expression changing from calm to alert.

"What do you mean?" he barked. "The facility is being breached? How?"

My heart skipped a beat as I realized my chance might be slipping away. The man's eyes flicked to me, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of uncertainty.

"Get her out of here, now," he shouted, grabbing my arm. But as he pulled me towards the door, I heard the sound of gunfire and explosions. The facility was under attack.

And then, everything went black.