The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184 The Scarred

Skull

“Eugene Wallace, you fucking idiot! You led us straight to hell!”

As soon as Eugene confessed there was no way out, both Ethan and Carlo nearly lunged at him, their anger boiling over.

“I…” Eugene barely managed to get a word out before the savages were closing in. “Please, don’t take me. I’m begging you just let me go!”

But his desperate plea fell on deaf ears. The savages gradually closed in on them. Eugene staggered back, heart

slamming against his ribs, but there were more behind him, sealing off his escape. In the blink of an eye, he

was surrounded.

He didn’t dare fight back–not after what they did to Luke.

But the thought of being dragged off to their base was even worse. If they took him, there was no way he’d

survive.

out, and that realization weighed on him like lead,

No matter which way he turned, there was no way ou

anchoring his limbs with despair.

“If we’re gonna die anyway, then why not put up a fight?”

He turned to the others, eyes wild, pleading for courage in their final moments.

But no one moved a muscle. Fear held them frozen in place.

With a shaky breath, Eugene snatched a rock from the ground and hurled it at the advancing figures. If this was the end, he refused to go quietly.

What answered him was a sharp arrow.

It struck him in the chest, just like it had Neil.

“Jesus fucking Christ! It’s all over. We’re dead meat.”

Both Ethan and Carlo collapsed to the ground, trembling. Fear had hollowed them out–they didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly.

Fortunately, the savages seemed to take their fear as compliance. No one struck them.

Instead, they were pushed forward, herded like livestock, urged on with silent gestures and the occasional

shove.

As they trudged onward, they saw something that made his blood run cold—skulls. Human skulls, bleached by time and sun, dangled from the warriors‘ belts like grotesque trophies. It quickly dawned on the two that they

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would be eaten by the savages.

The women definitely had it worse; rape was imminent, their bodies toyed with for maybe a few days before they were discarded like broken dolls.

But Ethan and Carlo? They’d be strung up, gutted, and devoured before nightfall.

Only two people hadn’t budged–Maren and Sawyer.

“Do you have a gun?” Sawyer’s voice was low, steady a stark contrast to the wild panic around them. He leaned slightly toward Maren, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.

Maren, however, didn’t respond.

“Maren?” he whispered again, a little more urgently this time.

Sawyer called her name again, but Maren still didn’t respond.

Only then did Sawyer notice that Maren had been staring at something in the distance.

He followed her gaze and locked in on a small, thin man standing at the heart of the group.

He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, yet stood right in the middle of the group. The other savages treated him with respect.

This man was clearly their leader.

“Why are you staring at that guy?” Sawyer whispered, curious.

Maren didn’t answer right away. Her gaze locked onto something hanging from the man’s waist. “That skull…”

A long, jagged scar ran across the eye socket of the skull.

It looked familiar.

Too familiar.

Because she was the one who had carved it.

“Fulton Perry…”

Maren murmured the name like it was a ghost resurrected.

The memories came flooding back. In the early days after she joined the Sovereign Underworld, many men came after her, thinking her beautiful face made her an easy target.

She’d proved them wrong. Brutally.

But some of those men had friends in high places, powerful protectors.

Eventually, Maren had to let it all go and focus on moving forward. After she rose to become the Sovereign Underworld’s successor, she had bigger things to worry about. Revenge became a luxury she no longer chased.

Fulton had been one of the men who targeted her. She taught the arrogant and reckless asshole a lesson by slashing his head open in a fight, nearly killing him.

That skull was his.

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Fulton had followed Frank’s orders. He must’ve chased Nikolas into this jungle and never made it back out.

And if these savages had seen Fulton, they’d probably seen Nikolas, too.

“Sawyer, get out of here. I’ll go with them.” Maren gave the order without warning.

did you just say?” Even someone as composed as Sawyer had to double–check if he’d heard her right.

He understood Maren well enough to know that she never said things without a reason. If she’d made up her

mind about this, there was something more beneath the surface.

And he was right; Maren did have a plan. She wasn’t acting on impulse–she was going to investigate. Maybe

she could uncover some trace of Nikolas and his people. But this wasn’t something she could explain to Sawyer.

“I have something I need to do. You don’t have to come. Besides, I’m sure getting past these savages won’t be

an issue for you.”

“I’m going with you,” Sawyer replied unflinchingly.

“No, you’re not!”

Sawyer’s expression hardened. He could tell how determined she was, but he didn’t like the idea of leaving her

alone.

After a moment’s contemplation, he caved with a sigh. “What’re you going to do?”

“Relax. I’m not in danger. They’re not going to kill me.” As she spoke, she pointed at the three men sprawled

on the ground.

Neil, Luke, and Eugene were all bloodied and beaten, but still breathing; it seemed the savages didn’t plan on

killing them anytime soon.

After all, prey was only slaughtered when it was time to be served.

And the women likely weren’t first in line for violence.

Just then, the old man started walking towards Maren.

He had seen her the moment she arrived. And despite his age, the hunger in his eyes hadn’t dulled with time

-he obviously wanted her.

That was probably why no one had dared to touch Maren until now.

He was their leader. And leaders got first pick. No one dared stand in his way.