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1. A BORED KING (BOOK 3)
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FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 2. UNCLE RAX'S PLAN
Daisy’s P.O.V. Only the clutter of plates was heard, eyes running from one person to another, words bit back. My heart was squeezed to the point that I couldn’t eat and breathe at the same time. My eyes moved to my mother who stole painful glances at my father who had his head bowed while slowly eating the food on his plate. Soon we were all done. I helped my mother clear the table and we washed the dishes while my little brother packed the plates away. I could smell the smoke of my father’s cigar. He only smoked when he was stressed. With the dishes done, I turned to my mother who had opened her arms for us. My brother and I snuggled in her hug, finding comfort in her warmth. She kissed the top of our heads. “It’s going to be okay.” I hoped it did and fast because the only option now was to sell the farm, the farm that had been in our family for generations. My great great grandfather had bought the farm a few years after slavery ended. It was a large achievement, one of the very
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 3. ESCAPE THE NEST
Daisy’s P.O.V.Silence, and tonight, it seemed deadly too. Or was it just me, my heart threatening to kill me, the food threatening to choke me, and the cutlery threatening to slip from my sweaty hands. We would be done eating soon. I had to act fast but each time I tried to open my mouth, words choked me and nearly killed me. My hands shook the harder I tried. This was the hardest thing I had ever done. Finally, I cleared my throat. “Ma, pa.” I called, my voice shaking more than I would like. I thought my eyes would turn in and I would faint. Eyes turned to me, utensils held in the air. I cleared my throat again. “I know this isn’t the right time.” I forced out, eyes now really staring at me. “But I had been applying for some time now and finally I have been hired by this large N.G.O and the best part is that they will offer me a scholarship to further my studies.” I lunged out, not sure if the lies were believable. I felt as if my parents could see through me. I felt stupid ev
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 4. WELCOME TO THE CITY
I was told Rax’s boss had wanted to send a car for me but I declined. My parents would have found it suspicious. So, there I was stuck to the bus's window, waving as my little brother chased after the bus until he fell back and soon drifted further away. I stepped back, stumbling into my seat. My hand ran to my chest, clenching it as my heart rapidly drummed away. This felt unreal. This felt so unreal. I couldn’t believe this. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. For the past days it had felt like a dream, as if this day would never come but here I was. I flickered my hands in the air to lose the nerves, moving them to cover my mouth next because I wanted to scream and jump up. My breath came out in pants as I swallowed the tears of happiness back. The guilt was there but as of then, the excitement took control. “Oohh my God.” I was free. I was doing this. The landscape had me turn and once again I was pinned to the window as I watched the beautiful scenery. I had never l
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 5. MEETING SLADE
“Daisy, you will wear this dress.” I shook my head like I had a million times before. I walked away from Rax only to yelp as he gripped my shoulder tightly. “You do as I tell you!” “Rax, let me go. I will not wear that God forsaken dress! And you are hurting me!” I shook roughly to rip his hand away from breaking my shoulder. He groaned, pushing me forward and I stumbled, breaking the fall by gripping the bed. “But you will.” I had never seen my uncle so enraged. Seeing that he would force me, I ran and grabbed it, tearing the fabric then threw the dress down. I didn’t dare stare at him again. I could feel his anger where I was. I heard him breathe like a bull about to attack. My whole body shook but I refused to give in. That dress had been a fish net. It showed my whole body. I would die before wearing it. Rax groaned, storming out of my room. I quickly ran to close the door before pulling on the nicest dress I had which wasn’t that pretty anymore. It was a knee length flowy
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 6. RUN DAISY
“Rax, you may excuse us.” Slade said, flicking his hand to dismiss my uncle as if he was just a pest but then, Slade froze, “ unless you feel more comfortable with him here?” His eyes fell on me as he said, his face turning to a smile which I doubt he usually wore. It looked wrong on his face. My heart was still doing the most and my nerves were not letting out. I could barely even breathe but I found myself speaking. I can’t recall what I said but Rax turned to me, stood up, and walked away. Why did it feel like I did something wrong? Why did some of the weight flood away as soon as Rax was out of sight? A few waiters approached“What would you like to drink, Daisy?” The way my name slipped from his lips. I was overwhelmed by him, by this, by the change in uncle Rax. “Can you order for me?”Soon the waiters were gone. “How was you travel here?” “It was good, thank you for the plane tickets.” I said, my voice slightly shaking. I was sure it wasn’t appealing in the slightest.
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 7. DANGEROUS GAME
Rax was quiet the whole way back, a silence that made me fear, fear I couldn't explain because uncle Rax had always been one person I looked up to. He had left and made a life of his own. The house was even colder as we stepped in. I scrambled to my room and stayed there for the remainder of the night. At some point loud moans filled the house and all I could do was bury my head under a pillow until sleep claimed me. I woke up, took a shower and dressed in jeans and a large worn out t-shirt. Time hadn’t been specified for when Slade would come and pick me up. My nerves were at it again, hands running down my t-shirt, the best I could do. I wanted to scream in embarrassment, color having left me pale. I couldn’t hide in my room all day so I slowly crept out of my room and found the house abandoned. There were alcohol bottles everywhere. I picked them up and decided to do a bit of cleaning while I waited. A door jerked open, pulling a scream out of me because I thought I was alone.
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 8. OPERATION TAME A BEAST
I passed the lingerie shop, my nerves keeping me from going in. My hands were pale, Slade imposing right next to me, the guards not helping as they overshadowed us. This part of the mall had a few more people who turned with us as we passed. “Here,” I bit my lower lip, walking in. I picked up a basket, my eyes going over the shelves and wow, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. So many tiny beautiful bottles. I was in awe, feeling embarrassed but still giddy. My feet carried me to the first aisle and my eyes glazed over the bottles, reading through. Brands I did not know, face wash, toners, serums. My smile widened, touching this and that as I lost myself in reading each bottle, seeing what that product’s purpose was. “Hello,” A sweet voice greeted us. “Yes, help my woman. What are you looking for Daisy?” Slide seemed relieved, wanting to get this over and done with. I threw daggers at him and he stared at me, narrowing his eyes but I just snapped from his gaze to st
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 9. FIRE HAS BEEN SPARKED
“I am going to the office now.” I stared out the window as the car took a turn and somehow I knew he was taking me back to the house. I felt something drop in the deepest part of my stomach. “Can I come?” It seemed his mood turned from frustration to anger. “Why?” “I want to see where you work. You did say you would show me around the city.” I shrugged my shoulders, staring at him innocently. He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure me out. I kept my face blank and just stared at him. “And besides, it’s boring in the house. I want to know you better. We will be getting married in a few weeks.” I pushed on, smiling. He went quiet for so long. “ Take us to the office, I have a meeting to get to.” Slade said to his driver. “ Yes sir.” I nearly peed myself, barely held the squeal in. Was I crazy or was I getting addicted to having my way? The sensible side of me sent warnings in my head. I would never get a man like Slade to fall under my spell. I was only braiding my own rope to
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FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 36. HOME AND FAMILY
THREE YEARS LATERPeter’s P.O.V.I raised my head, my secretaries rushing from their desk. “Ashton, we will finish this later.” I cut the call and stood up just as the door opened. “Daddy!” Tiny little feet running my way. I could only take two steps with how fast Earla was running, fear rocking up in me with her feet seeming to cross over each other with every step she took. I had never seen someone so small. Were we all that small at a point in our lives? I was still shocked. “Princess.” I lifted her up, kisses on her face. How could skin be so soft? I was afraid I would bruise her. I was afraid I would crush her. She was just so small, so soft, so precious, my daughter, my whole life. She looked as beautiful as her mother, caramel skin with curls all over her head. My reason to live had just stepped into my office. “We brought you lunch.” My baby, the one that made me a father, the one who carried my blood, my heir, my reason to work even harder, my reason to clean up my ac
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 35. FOREVER
“What is this?” I groaned, looking ahead to Peter who was blind folded. Five days and he stopped looking like a ghost. A tux was on his body, a pair of hospital slippers on his feet. I heard the fit he threw three rooms away when they told him to get in a tux and pull on a blindfold. I could already see a bid of sweat from him being out of bed and about. He was still weak but that didn’t stop him from ordering one hit after another on the Italians. It was a bloodbath in the Italian territory for sure. Peter had pulled all resources and declared war which he was winning. I finally reached him, turning to face him, biting away the smile from my lips. “Daisy?” He questioned.I don’t even know how he agreed to be led here but I was happy he hadn’t fought it. I turned to the pastor, nodding my head. “We are gathered here to witness the union between….” I chuckled out loudly and found myself stumbling into Peter as he tugged me to him, a large grin on his face. “I knew you were up
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 34. FORCED TO SAY GOODBYE
Fighting with the hospital staff to get my bed in Peter’s room left me wiped. As soon as the bed was brought in, I passed out. From there I was drifting in and out. At one point something was beeping. Through blurry eyes I watched the nurses rush in and the strength I got from gripping Peter’s hand was gone. They took him. In my head it became a spiral, them telling me he had passed. I lost the grip of reality and the fiction my brain was spinning. More beeping came but this time it was me. I was drowning under rapidly. Through my haze I heard the panicked voices, felt myself being wheeled away before I succumbed into the white abyss.My eyes opened, white blinding lights making me shut my eyes again. Someone was standing right beside my bed yet they said nothing. I felt worse than before and hollow too. Memories of all my brain had picked up drifted in and I painfully opened my eyes, scared to even turn my head to look. My body shook and tears ran down the side of my face, hands sha
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 33. NOT SAYING GOODBYE
The fear had me dizzy, nausea threatening to cover the car with my vomit.“Peter, hold on baby, hold on my love, for me, for us.” I felt delusional. What if he was already dead? There was so much blood. I had taken so much time pulling him outside, looking for the cars, finding keys and then opening the gate. Hope dwindled but I refused to give up. I was not going to lose him. I hit every traffic light. I could barely see the way as the car sped through the road. All the guards had been slaughtered, throats cut across. Peter had taken many of the intruders out but they had been too many for him. Maybe if I came out earlier, maybe he wouldn’t be in my backseat, with me praying he was still alive. Oohh God. What would I do? The phone double blinked and I quickly read, ‘In two hundred meters, turn left,’. Not even navigating the road without the sense of hearing would stop me. Nothing would stop me from getting Peter to the hospital. No one. I was ready to shoot any cop that flagged
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 32. ALL OR NOTHING
My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach because whoever that scream came from was dead now. My body turned cold. I corked one gun after another before I moved, looking for a place to hide but fuck it, this house wasn’t meant to hide bodies. Under the bed was my best bet and that was signing a death wish. Where were the guards? I rushed to the window, leaning against the wall, peaking over just a little. I don’t know how they did it in movies but I couldn’t see a damn thing. I pushed off the wall and bent over to take off my sandals. What do I do? What do I do? I slowly crept to the door, leaned against the wall, listening. If I just shot anyone that walked in, could I get away with it? I wasn’t sure I would be fast enough. I wasn’t even sure I could even operate both guns at the same time. In that very confusing situation I stuffed the smaller gun into my chest by the barrel. I clutched the bigger one with both hands. A gunshot went off and I hadn’t been ready for it. For a f
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 31. I LOVE YOU
I had never been so excited for dinner in my life. Maybe that was why I wore a black dress that showed off my barely there bump, my back, and my thighs. Wearing heels seemed too much so I settled for gorgeous sandals. I even put the stunning diamond earrings I found in the jewelry drawer. My braids needed to be retouched but besides that I looked good. I rushed downstairs, the table already set up by me and Marcia. I hoped she would stick around for long because I was already attached to her in some way. “Ma’am, go on, I will bring the food,” “No, please, I want to help bring it in.” “ Okay, Okay,” I wanted to giggle and dance because the food smelt so good and I made some of it. I carried one of the casseroles. It was so much food I doubt we could finish it but I was ready to try. I made sure Marcia and Alice would have much more left for them to enjoy. Slade was seated even though when I came down he wasn’t in the dining room. I avoided eye contact at all costs because he didn’
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 30. DON'T GIVE IN
The bed was the best I had ever lay on. The guards had brought the new bed right after dinner and Marcia had ironed and put on the new sheets. I felt as if I was in heaven and I had never slept so peacefully even with my limping heart. I was well rested, not even wanting to get out of bed. My phone sat on the side table, next to the novels they had bought me. Not only did Slade get me a whole box of romance novels but he also filled my closet along with my toiletries. It reassured me that he did want to take care of his child and I was relieved. At least he wasn't casting us out to fend for ourselves. “Ma’am,” A knock came at the door. “You can come in, Marcia,” I didn’t know what time it was but I was sure Slade was long gone for work. It was probably late morning. I was not even ashamed of sleeping so much, my body and baby needed me to recover. I had pushed myself in the last two weeks on the farm.The door opened and Marcia walked in, a tray of food in her hands. After her, wal
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 29. NO OTHER WAY
“Daisy, come down for dinner,” I had been hiding in my room all day, just sitting there. If I wasn’t so hungry I would have stuck it out but I was famished. Hopefully there was something which would be more appealing to me. I carried myself down the stairs and searched the house until I found Slade in his kitchen wearing black straight cut pants and a golf t-shirt. I averted my eyes as soon as possible and shuffled myself in a seat. I picked up my fork, eyes running over the plate to freeze. Lasagna with strawberries on top. My eyes shot up, feeling embarrassed but also suddenly happy. I had mentioned this once while at the hospital when they had asked me what I wanted to eat. Of course they hadn’t brought it for me. Seeing this suddenly made me emotional. It looked yummy and I dived into my food, drinking the strawberry cooler which I would have hated four weeks before but at that moment it seemed like heaven. I had never eaten so fast nor so much. I devoured it and found myself wa
