Capítulo 16: MAFIA KING
ALANA POV
The stifling and congested atmosphere compelled me to depart from that place. The mere presence of dual pistols concealed beneath the Lou's jacket is enough to elicit a panic attack, as the sight has been witnessed before. Terror grips me as I envision the possibility of the slaughter trailing them into my quarters, ultimately resulting in my untimely demise.
The thought of departing from this world is not one that I am willing to entertain.
The thought of Jake and Dad being left heartbroken is a heavy burden to bear. I cannot bear the idea of Jake witnessing my funeral and reproaching me for not heeding his warnings. The irksome reality is that he is indeed correct, yet he remains obstinate in his refusal to grant me permission to depart from the premises.
Before the Mafia Lord, I maintained a facade of composure, concealing the turmoil that churned within me. Yet, deep down, I sensed that my grip on sanity was slipping away. It was the precise moment when my composure gave way, and I lost all sense of restraint. The entire team had congregated in my quarters, and that was the tipping point. In the event that law enforcement were to come across me during their investigation and level allegations of complicity in the offense, what recourse would I have?
Jake's point is quite valid, frustratingly so. Going alone would not be a prudent decision on my part.
Despite the apparent kindness extended to me by the mafia boss, I cannot help but perceive a palpable sense of menace emanating from him. He embodies a negative influence. Merely a day of absence from my home, and I have already managed to persuade the entire mafia to relocate into my quarters.
In the hypothetical scenario where I find myself falsely accused of aiding a criminal in my room, I would inevitably face the harsh reality of serving time in prison. The weight of my legal defense falls heavily on both my father and brother, who will be compelled to liquidate all their assets. The prospect of multiple court cases simultaneously will undoubtedly take a toll on my father's health, and the strain may very well lead to a heart attack.
At the moment of its occurrence, it appeared to coincide with my fervent dance with Steve and Kevin. My mind couldn't help but wander to the mystery of the carnage that had taken place during our cruise, unbeknownst to anyone aboard.
The origin of my nausea appears to be my esophagus, which is emitting a searing sensation, as if attempting to break free from its confines. The mere contemplation of the multitude of lives lost at their hands stirred a queasy sensation in my stomach.
As I made a dash towards the garbage can stationed near the pier, my stomach churned and convulsed, causing me to regurgitate uncontrollably. The unpleasant sensation of nausea persisted, leaving me with an involuntary urge to heave repeatedly. As I went about my business, I couldn't help but notice the curious gazes of passersby. Some even wore expressions of disdain as they paused to observe me.
With the palm of my hand, I delicately wiped the inside of my lips.
The scent emanating from the source was nothing short of repulsive. Craving a breath of fresh air and a moment to bask in the sun, I sought refuge outdoors. The mere thought of the Mafia King who had once occupied my bed was enough to haunt me, so I longed for a reprieve from the memories that plagued me.
As I was deeply immersed in my own musings, a sudden tap on my shoulder jolted me out of my reverie.
As I pivoted on my heel, my gaze fell upon Abe, who was tightly grasping the towel I had previously asked for.
"Dorothy, Are you feeling unwell?"
As the night wore on, I found myself grappling with the decision of whether or not to disclose my true identity to him in response to his candidness. Yet, as fate would have it, a higher power intervened and guided me towards the choice to keep that information to myself. Especially considering the occurrences that had unfolded. It is of utmost importance that my true identity remains concealed from any individual affiliated with the mafia congregations. The mere thought of the possibility that he might carry out his threat and end my life sent shivers down my spine.
"I assure you, I am alright"
As I lifted my gaze from the depths of my contemplation, I beheld Abe, steadfast and patient, awaiting my reply. A wave of despair washed over me as the realization of my actions set in.
In search of a companion for my trip to the shore, I entwined my arms with his and followed closely behind as we made our way there. Despite my irritation, I cannot help but acknowledge his unique experience in navigating an environment where privacy reigns supreme. It is clear that he understands the intricacies of this particular workplace better than anyone else. Fortunately, he refrained from inquiring, as I am certain that my nerves would have gotten the best of me, leading me to recount the woeful tale in its entirety.
During my time in veterinary school, I began experiencing panic attacks - a phenomenon that seems to afflict many of my colleagues in the field. Tragically, some have even succumbed to the overwhelming stress, leading us to rally behind the powerful slogan of "NOT ONE MORE VET." The pressure of this profession is immense, and it is crucial that we prioritize the mental health and well-being of those who dedicate their lives to caring for animals. As soon as my bare feet made contact with the pristine white sand beach, a refreshing scent of the briny ocean wafted into my nostrils, gradually soothing my senses.
At present, I have not reached the point where medication is necessary. Instead, I am actively acquiring skills to cope with my anxiety and panic, with the invaluable support of my loved ones.
As we strolled along the sun-kissed shore, the fine grains of sand cascaded over my toes, prompting me to release Abe's hand and hasten towards the inviting shade of the towering coconut tree. With a deliberate motion, I unfurled my towel and carefully laid it down, taking care to tuck in the corner to prevent the capricious wind from snatching it away.
Abe offered to fetch me a drink at the TIKI bar.
I graciously thanked for his efforts. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, I emitted a piercing scream as he turned his back to me. Without a moment's hesitation, I hastily tore off my dress and flung it aside, followed by a swift kick to remove my sandal. With a fierce determination, I plunged into the cool, refreshing water with lightning speed. Despite the scorching heat, submerging myself in the water brought a soothing respite to my sun-drenched skin. Without hesitation, I plunged into the refreshing water, submerging my entire being, including my locks, in its cool embrace. Yielding to the gentle pull of the current, I surrendered myself to the warmth of the sun, basking in its radiance as it dried my skin.
With the aid of my trusty sunglasses, I was able to behold the stunning expanse of blue sky, shielded from the harsh glare of the sun's rays. The sky boasted of scarce clouds today, rendering it a perfect day for sunbathing. As I basked in the tranquil ambiance of the island, a distant whirring sound gradually grew louder until a helicopter materialized in the sky. I lifted my gaze to behold the aircraft soaring overhead, its silhouette diminishing until it vanished from sight.
With a determined resolve, I pushed aside any nagging thoughts about the unfortunate cancellation of my wedding. As I rose from my slumber this morning, I was met with a long messages from Connor, yet I opted not to peruse its contents. Not only was I humiliated, but he also made the choice to favor her over me. The bitter truth that I must face is that I have been betrayed. My sole aspiration is to lead a contented life, for I am already a member of a caring household, and that is ample for me.
A sigh escaped my lips as I submerged my body in the refreshing water, allowing it to absorb the much-needed moisture. As I swam towards the shore, my eyes caught sight of Abe, who was extending a freshly plucked coconut towards me. It is possible that I could acclimate to such treatment.
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