Trapped by the Mafia Twins

Chapter 2

Everleigh

The man had dragged me downstairs and forced me to sit on the couch next to Liz.

I sighed in relief. Liz wasn't saying anything, but she looked unharmed.

Our stepfather Victor was still on his knees, crying. I didn't know what to do or what the hell was going on!

The man who seemed to be in charge loomed over Victor, his eyes filled with a cold, calculating gaze. His tone dripped with a dangerous mix of authority and impatience as he demanded answers.

"Times up, Victor. Tell us where the bag is," he sneered, his voice laced with a veiled threat.

Confusion gnawed at me. What bag were they referring to? And why were they targeting our stepfather? Questions swirled in my mind, but voicing them seemed unwise in the face of such danger.

Victor trembled, his voice choked with fear as he stammered, "I-I don't know what you're talking about. I swear, I have no idea."

The man's face twisted into a sinister smirk, a clear sign that he wasn't buying Victor's words.

I exchanged a worried glance with Liz, silently communicating our shared determination to protect each other and survive this terrible ordeal.

Sitting side by side on the couch, Liz and I locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between us. We were in this together, and we needed to do whatever it took to come out unharmed.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, Victor. Where-is-the-bag? Answer carefully, now," the man sneered again.

Victor's trembling form seemed to shrink further under the man's menacing gaze. His voice quivered as he stammered, "I swear, I don't know anything about a bag. I'm telling you the truth!"

The man's patience appeared to weaken as he grew increasingly agitated. He took a step closer to Victor, his presence looming over him like a dark shadow.

"So you didn't steal the bag of money from under the bridge, asshole? Because according to my source, the man who took it looked awfully like you."

Victor's eyes darted nervously, his attempt to maintain innocence crumbling.

Anger flickered inside me. This was not the first time Victor had done something that put us in danger. I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger bubbling within me. Despite everything, he was still our stepfather, and I couldn't abandon all compassion for him.

"Victor," I said. "If you have the bag, just give it to them. You can't risk our lives over this."

Tears welled up in Victor's eyes, his voice quivering as he finally admitted defeat. "I... I don't have it. I mean, I did, but not anymore."

A wave of disbelief washed over me as Victor's words sank in. He didn't have the bag anymore? Panic clenched my heart. What will these men do to us now?

The man in charge narrowed his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "What do you mean you don't have it anymore? Explain yourself, Victor."

Victor's voice trembled as he struggled to find the right words. "I... I found the bag and saw the money inside."

"And then?" the man asked impatiently.

"I thought no one saw me when I picked it up, so I went and spent it." Victor sighed.

The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the heavy tension hanging in the air. Victor's confession hung like a dark cloud, and the consequences of his actions became more apparent with each passing moment.

The man in charge's face contorted with anger, his eyes blazing with fury. "You spent it? You fool! Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Victor recoiled under the weight of the man's wrath, realizing the gravity of his impulsive decision. "I... I didn't think... I mean, I thought no one would find out."

A mirthless laugh escaped the man's lips, filled with bitter disdain. "And yet, here we are. You jeopardized not only your own life but also the lives of these two," he motioned toward Liz and me, his voice dripping with contempt.

The reality of our situation settled over me like a heavy shroud, but I fought to keep my composure.

"How the fuck did you spend it all at once?" the man asked as if that mattered.

"I was having a lucky streak at the casino and..."

Liz groaned loudly. "Gambling? You've got to be kidding me, Victor."

I understood her frustration. We were living paycheck to paycheck and Liz had to work extra hard to keep us fed while he did nothing but sit at home and drink.

"You know how hard Liz works to keep this family afloat," I interjected, my voice tinged with a mixture of irritation and concern. "How could you be so reckless?"

Victor's face flushed with a combination of guilt and defensiveness. "I thought I could turn my luck around, you know? Make some quick cash to help us out."

"Help us out? You only made things worse, Victor," Liz retorted, her tone biting with frustration.

"That's right, moron. Do you think the boss cares about you and your family?" the man hissed. "I suppose I have no choice but to shoot you now."

The man's threat hung in the air, causing a chill to run down my spine.

"Please don't!" Victor cried. "There has to be another solution. Maybe we can work something out!"

The man scoffed. "I have no use for a rat like you," he said, looking at Liz and me. "Now, you two girls, on the other hand, might be useful."

My heart raced as the man's attention shifted to Liz and me. Fear mingled inside me as I realized that our lives were now hanging by a thread. "We don't have any money," I said.

The man's gaze lingered on me, a sinister smile curving his lips. "Of course, you don't. But you two can prove to be more valuable than you think."

I didn't like what he was insinuating. I could see neither did Liz as she shifted uncomfortably.

"What do you mean by that?" Liz's voice trembled.

"Yes, take them! They can work off the debt on my behalf!" Victor chimed in.

I couldn't believe this. What the hell was wrong with this man!