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The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Eight
Fabio.I can't believe he would betray us. He was always like a brother to us, a son to my mother. He would eat with us. He's been in our home. He was family, but he didn't hesitate to give us away to that band of criminals.I think of that terrible day and suddenly, his behavior makes sense. He was tense. That tool he borrowed. He didn't even want to come inside. He never even gave us a warning. How could he have so little consideration for us? It makes me so angry that I could spontaneously combust.Aurelio's pleasure in telling me this was palpable. He couldn't conceal it. He watched me crumble to pieces and then glue those pieces back together. His confession destroyed me and he knew it would. They set a perfect trap for us, we had no way of escaping. With Fabio's help, they got all the inside information that they needed. Fabio knew all of us inside out. Every negative emotion I felt before multiplied. Doubled. Tripled. Quadrupled. I turn on my side and stare at the door and thin
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Nine
I couldn't do it.I couldn't end my life.There was something bigger that stopped me. The plan melted off my brain and I went through the trouble of undoing all the knots. Now I'm agonizing over the damned engagement. I haven't gone through the trouble of checking the wardrobe. When the time comes, I'll grab whatever I lay my hands on. I'm not dressing up to impress him. I don't know if I should be anxious about it. He has a girlfriend, so I'll deduce that it will only be me, him, and Aurelio. He'll hand me a ring (if there is one) and I'll be brought back here to rot and fester. I don't rule Giotto out from the possible list of guests. I have to prepare myself mentally to see him and not act out. That's the priority right now.There's a knock on the door. Aurelio clears his throat, "You have an hour. Are you ready?" I don't reply. I feel a tiny prickle of panic, but I immediately push it aside. Getting ready won't take me five minutes. There's no hairdo or makeup or anything simila
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Ten
Enzo walks past me to open the door. I don't turn around, but I hear the voice of a man. He's breathing hard and most of what he says is unclear. "Slow down, Marco. Repeat that.""There are some Antonioni boys starting fights at Lorenzo's bar," he finally says. "He asks for your help.""I'll be there," Alessandro says. "Wait by the car."He closes the door and grabs the key from the table. "There's been enough trouble tonight. I'll lock you in because I don't want any more of it." He looks my way, undoubtedly expecting a response. When he doesn't get one, he takes a hold of my face. His fingers dig into my skin. "I'm warning you, girl. If you dare do anything that displeases me, you're dead." He examines my face for a solid moment. He's much taller than me, so he stares down at me in a very degrading manner. I hate the way it makes me feel small and beneath him. I try to free my face from his grip, but he holds on tighter. "Don't try anything stupid, Chiara. You won't get away with
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Eleven
"I'm not sleeping on your bed!" How dare he presume I would? As if I would ever share a bed with a criminal. He looks at me as if I'm insane. It makes me feel self-conscious against my will. "On my bed? What makes you think that?" "You just pointed at it," I explain. "You said I'll have to sleep in here.""In here, yes. But I didn't mean my bed," he says and stands to his full height. I feel so small next to him. It's one of the most infuriating feelings ever. "I meant what's underneath it." He lowers to the floor and sticks his hand beneath his bed. He pulls out a thin mattress. I stare at it in shock. He expects me to sleep on this old, thin, dirty mattress? This is what he meant? I scoff. "You must be joking." This is preposterous. There's no reason why I should sleep in this. He said there's no use in escaping, he knows everyone around here. So why this? It's not like I'll run away in the middle of the night. I'm not stupid. I know I'll get caught. "No," he shakes his head, em
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Twelve
The crash is so loud that my eardrums ring. It's so disorienting that I forget where I am for a moment. I'm stuck to the mattress, even though all of my instincts are screaming at me to get up. Whatever that sound was definitely came from downstairs. I find the nerve to stand despite my crippling fear. I reach the door and press my ear to it. I don't hear a sound. I open the door and when it creaks, my heart drops. I wait a few seconds more before taking another step. The smell of smoke immediately hits me and I wave my hand around my face. There's smoke everywhere. Something is on fire. I rush down the stairs and I see shards of glass on the floor. The curtains are on fire. I go to the kitchen and find a bucket. It isn't as big as I hoped it would be, but I waste no time filling it with tap water. I need to fill the bucket twice before the fire is out. It's a good thing I decided to get up. Who knew happened if I had stayed in the bedroom? The house would've burned down and I'd d
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Thirteen
She places a hand on her hip and glares at me. “Answer me, bitch.""Stop this now, Flavia. This is Enzo's business and you shouldn't get involved. Back off." Marco tries to take her arm, but she slaps him. So this is Flavia, Enzo's girlfriend. I remember Fabrizio telling me about her and I don't usually forget names. She's beautiful. Long black hair, light brown eyes. Her brows are perfectly arched and her skin is perfectly sun-kissed. Her lips are coated in gloss. She's looking at me as if she wants to kill me. I don't doubt that for a second. She's intimately involved with a criminal, so that very well makes her one. Criminals are capable of anything. "Get your hands off me, mongrel," she growls. Marco backs off and returns to my side. He makes a terrified face. It's like he's scared of her or something. Ginevra raises her arms. Adelina scurries away. "I don't want any trouble!" "If you had kept your old trap shut, there wouldn't be," Marco retorts. "Who is this woman?" Flavia
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Fourteen
Flavia calls his name again. There's no point in hiding. She knows he's in here, probably saw him come in. And she knows I'm here, too. She was probably standing there the entire time, hoping to hear something. I don't know how thick these doors are. How much has she heard? I can tell he's thinking the same thing. He gives me one long look before opening the door. Flavia is standing in the doorway, wearing the same yellow dress, and already her eyes are narrowed to slits. She glowers. "Should I be concerned?" I suppress the urge to scoff. Her behavior is pitiful. I would never put myself in such a sad position. Her insecurity is out in the open for all to see. All because of a man. Enzo isn't all that. She puts him on an altar for no good reason. I've only been in her presence for a handful of minutes and I'm sick of her already. "She's an associate, Flavia. Go back to the room." "What kind of associate?" she raises her voice. I look back and forth between both of them. Frankly,
The Mafioso’s Forced Bride Chapter Fifteen
Enzo is waiting downstairs for me like he's my prom date. The scene is so ludicrous I could laugh. He's smoking a cigarette and fixes his eyes on me. He's eyeing me critically, looking for any flaws in my appearance. I've lost some weight, but the dress fits me well enough. There were heels at the bottom of the bag. He thought of everything, well, almost everything. A clutch would do wonders for this outfit. All I had to do was tie my hair in a low bun and pinch my cheeks. I don't have any makeup, so there's not much I can do. The dress is flowy and long. It's made of silk and chiffon, with sheer puffed long sleeves. My back is exposed. I've never owned a dress like this. I look like a different person in it. It must have cost a fortune. I fake bow. "Does my appearance please you?" He blows out smoke in my face. "We'll see."Once we're outside, there's a car waiting for us. It isn't like the usual cars, this car is fancy. Black and sleek. A limousine. I've never seen one up close
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