Chapter Summary: Chapter 25 – Your Mafia Trap by Brinolan97
In Chapter 25, a key moment in the Internet novel Your Mafia Trap, Brinolan97 delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
I followed the screams until I reached the bathroom and shoved the door open. Lying on the ground with his hands tied behind his back, his eyes blind folded, and a sock in his mouth, wad Darius. Blood covered the floor, mirror, and wall. His face had cuts in it, one even had a shard of glass within it. I then noticed the major wounds, someone sliced open his abdomen and shot him in the chest.
"Shit," Xavien cussed, kneeling beside his friend. "Shhhh, buddy, it's me."
Darius whimpered as he took the sock out and took the blindfold off. He blinked a few times before coughing up blood onto Xavien's pants.
"X-Xavien..th-they tr-tried f-finding M-Mels...wh-where-
"Shhhhhh, she's right here. She's okay," Xavien whispered.
His voice was soft, helping Darius relax a tiny bit. I looked over to see Melody on the phone with 911, but her eyes were on Darius. Tears rolled down her face, her eyes filled with horror. I turned back to the gruesome scene, frowning at all of the blood.
"Darius, stay with me," Xavien suddenly sounded.
Darius smiled weakly, "I'm s-still h-here."
"The medics are on their way...oh my god, Darius..." Melody whispered.
She was quick, yet careful as she took him from Xavien. Darius closed his eyes, his lips twitched into a small smile.
"I l-love y-you.M-Mels," he whispered.
Her eyes widened, but when I glanced at Xavien, he was only smirking. "I knew it," he chuckled.
"Yeah and you would be somewhere, getting tortured by your father and his friends. None of this is your fault, it's your father's fault. Darius' blood is on his hands, not your."
I cried softly as he tightened his grip, "I have no right to cry, I'm sorry," I mumbled.
Gabriel hated it when I cried without a reason.
Xavien gently cupped my cheek, "Yes, you do. Relax."
"Will Darius be okay?" I whispered.
"I hope so."
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