BEING A MAFIA PRISONER
ENDEAVOURED

Monica saw the garden Gretta meant. Monica fumbles in search of a wall that Gretta thinks has a crack to escape.

Right yeah. Monica saw. The gap was covered in tree branches.

Without thinking long Monica entered into that narrow gap. True said Gretta her body fit, despite having to hold her breath.

Monica succeeded. Monica could not see what was in front of her now. It's still dark. But Monica was strangled when her feet felt immersed in the water.

"Oh my God where I am now. Is this a swamp?", said Monica kept walking. I gotta get away. It could have been that the guard found out Gretta wasn't alone", Monica murmured softly.

His hands could feel the plants. He's sure he's in the swamp now. Although Monica did not know where it would finally get to because it was still very dark. No lighting at all.

"Gabriel, mommy misses you dear. One week mommy can't hold you. Mommy sure will see you soon. Mommy's gonna take you and your aunt away that far".

"We're back in Russia. Italy is not safe for us" Monica said in a trembling voice. He shivered in the cold. Throughout the steps he passed only water mixed with very cold mud. Especially last night the spatter drenched the earth.

"I have to save my energy" Monica said momentarily stopping her steps.

If only the place is now land, of course Monica can run as fast as possible. But at this moment he felt that he was in a swamp.

His place could now endanger his safety. There might be wild animals living in that place.

"I have to go. This is my chance" Monica said slowly.

Time pass..

Slowly Monica could see what kind of place she was passing by. Right as he suspected. In front of him only a stretch of marshes grown by wild plants.

"The spirit of Monica, continuing to step will definitely have an end" he said encouraging himself.

Sure enough the two Monica netra caught a road that is still quite far from where it is now.

The spirit in Monica is increasingly burning, even though it is actually so tiring.

Monica tried to pull over and climb a sharp rocky cliff. His hand gripped the rock. One by one his feet climbed the steep rocks.

"Yes.i succeeded. I'll see my son– soon"

"Welcome to the door of your death, Doctor Monica. Well, you did it. You met your son in hell!"

Monica widened her eyes. The girl looked up her head at the top of the cliff of the man who stood towering while pointing a firearm at her.

"C-arlo?!"

Monica's body slumped down, the girl deliberately did. Of course he chose to remain in the swamp rather than be forced back into the house.

"Hahhaaa.run as far as possible. You'll still be in this area, doctor! You picked that swamp? Go ahead, you're really going to see your son in hell soon!", Carlo scares Monica.

"Look at your deeds. You woke up those crocodiles. You will be their delicacy", cried Carlo as he pointed at the crocodiles that went straight into the swamp towards the place of Monica.

Of course Monica was very scared. He did not want to be the food of the crocodiles.

"Carlo t-help me!"

"T-olongggg...

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To be continue