The Mafia's Grave Mistake

Chapter six

Chapter 6

Carolina,

Gulia's voice sent a chill down my spine as she yelled, her words piercing the air like a sharp dagger.

"You are a lady like me and should see through my facade. I know you know I'm not Zylaria, or whatever the name of the lady who hurt Enzo is. All I did was take a bullet for him at the club, and this is how he repays me? Subjecting me to inhumane treatment because I look like someone from his past?"

My words hung in the air, and I silently hoped they would loosen Gulia's tongue. I wanted to know what had really transpired between Zylaria and Enzo, what had birthed such hatred.

Gulia's eyes blazed with a bitter intensity, and I could sense the depth of her emotions. She looked more hurt than Enzo, and I wondered what had driven her to this point.

I was determined to uncover the truth about Enzo's past, but a part of me was scared now. What if I didn't like what I found? What if it put me in danger?

I pushed aside my doubts and focused on Gulia. Her expression was a mask of pain and anger, and I knew I had to tread carefully. One wrong move, and she would shut down.

I waited for her response, my heart pounding in my chest. Would she tell me the truth, or would she keep her secrets hidden? The silence between us was tense, and I could feel the weight of her emotions.

The tables had turned. You'd think I'd be the one calling the shots, but finding Enzo's secrets had turned me into a captive. My mission to uncover the truth about him had hit a snag – I was now his unwitting prisoner. The line between self-preservation and investigation blurred. Was I more concerned about escaping or getting answers?

Her words cut deep, and I felt a surge of fear mixed with anger. "I see you still have a lot of strength to waste," she hissed, her voice venomous. "By the time Enzo is done with you, the only thing left of you will be your carcass."

She stepped closer, her face inches from mine. "I'll advise you to cooperate and stop the pretense. It will get you nowhere except being more intensively manhandled by Enzo's men." Her wicked laugh sent shivers down my spine as she walked away.

The sound of her footsteps echoed through the room, and I felt a sense of desperation wash over me. I was trapped, with no clear escape route. My mouth felt dry, and I swallowed hard, trying to moisten my parched throat.

Just as I thought she'd leave me to suffer, I blurted out a question. "Was Zylaria also bad to you?" My words hung in the air, and I regretted speaking. Why couldn't I keep my tongue in check?

Gulia's laughter echoed back, and I tried not to chuckle. "Hurting Enzo is also hurting me because I'm his mate," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I muttered under my breath, shocked by the revelation. What a terrible goal, pairing two ruthless souls as mates? The moon goddess must have had a twisted sense of humor. I felt a mix of emotions: frustration, fear, and a hint of dark humor. This was a mess, and I wasn't sure how to navigate it.

"Oh I see..." I muttered.

"Gulia's words dripped with malice as she taunted me. "Save your strength and voice for the pain and anguish that awaits you in this empire," she said, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "You'll pay for every pain you made him go through. I'm sure he will cut you bit by bit like he was done years ago after you absconded or you can just accept your true identity and lessen your pain."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as she spoke, her words painting a vivid picture of torture and suffering. "No, there's no way I'm doing that," I exclaimed, my voice firm. "You can't possibly want me to lie to myself!"

Gulia's smile grew wider, and I wondered why a lady like her would sound so demonic. Just then, a male voice rang out from the door behind her. "And who told you, you're being given a choice here, huh?"

The sound of his voice was followed by the soft thud of footsteps, and I turned to see a cute-looking guy with a firm walking step. His features were delicate, with high cheekbones and full lips, but his eyes were piercing. He had a small nose ring and a messy mop of hair that added to his charm.

As he approached, Gulia stepped aside, her expression deferential. The guy's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of unease. There was something about him that seemed off, something that didn't quite add up.

He stopped in front of me, his gaze piercing. "You shouldn't get too comfortable," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You're not going anywhere."

Gulia's eyes flicked to Matteo, and she raised an eyebrow. "How long have you been standing there, Matteo?" she asked, her voice neutral.

Matteo's response was laced with sarcasm. "Long enough to know Zylaria isn't ready to bend yet." I rolled my eyes, frustration simmering beneath the surface. Was Zylaria so infamous that everyone knew and hated her?

Matteo's gaze locked onto mine, and he leaned forward, his eyes blazing with anger. "Even after all these years, you still look the same," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "The only difference I can see here is you're still a f*****g liar."

I felt a surge of defensiveness, but I bit back my words. What was the point of arguing when no one believed me? Matteo's laughter was mocking, and I felt my anger boiling over.

"Cat got your tongue, huh?" he taunted. "You don't remember me anymore? You don't remember Matteo, Michael, now Enzo's best friend?" His words cut deep, and I felt my frustration reach a boiling point.

I glared at him, my voice rising in a fierce yell. "I don't f*****g remember you or anyone! I am Carolina Miller. I don't know any Zylaria!" My words hung in the air, and for a moment, there was silence.

Matteo's expression twisted in anger, and I braced myself for his response. But instead of attacking me, he simply smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down my spine.