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FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 12. CHILD CARE
Panic. My mouth opened and closed as I stared at my son. I looked around, my mind blank on what to say or do. The concern on his face made me panic even more. “Go, uhm…go do something.” As long as he was gone. “Go do something downstairs, I will come down.” My voice was steadier, my vision having cleared. Rome nodded his head before turning and leaving. The door closed and I heard his feet pat down until silence was all I heard. I fell back on the bed, my hands covering my face.The memory had never been so vivid. I could still feel the weight of Mia in my arms. A shiver rippled through my body with the screams and cries distantly echoing in my head. I shook my head, pushing up the bed. It had never hit me that hard. Self resentment left me cold, self resentment I had not felt in many years. I made the bed, walking to the bathroom to find it spotless, cleaner than I had left it. I took a shower, realizing I had a shoulder wound where Rome stabbed me. I dressed it then walked to t
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 13. OPTIONS
The gasp outside told me Rome was done with his lessons. “ Rome!” “ Dad!” I straightened, realizing how far I had gone in the fields. For some reason I stopped what I was doing and quickly walked through the path and out from the tall maize plants. My eyes wrecked around until they fell on him. “ Done with your classes?” “Yes dad.” I wanted to tell him to go back in the house. I stared at his bare feet in concern. He shouldn't have been walking or standing at all but I held my tongue. I couldn’t shelter him. Life already turned sour for him, he needed to be stronger. He looked so fragile, probably why I needed to toughen him up. “ Come, you can feed the horse and chickens.” His eyes widened. “We have horses and chickens?” I stopped and stared at him. ‘We have’ The two words echoed in my head. He took his mother’s personality I walked on until we reached the barn, pulling the door open. “Take that dish, scoop that powdered maize and pour it into the chicken feeders.” The
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 14. POISONED FOOD
SERENE’S P.O.V.“If you can’t put your cock in her pussy, hope she kills you because what I will do to you will even be worse.” Lurther groaned angrily, pushing another guard in my cell. He locked the door then crossed his arms on his chest. His eyes were twinkling, he was enjoying this. The new guard rushed to me, pulling out a pocket knife. More and more guards had walked down, at first to watch, but later found themselves in the same cell and now they lay dead all around me. This was the tenth and last guard for now. His face wasn’t so smug anymore. He had seen his friends fall with just these hands. No one was laughing anymore. There were no cocks swinging anymore. My hands were red, red with blood, mine and theirs.The knife came flicking and I dogged it. There wasn’t much space to move anymore, stumbling on dead bodies with each turn. My skin sizzled as the knife slashed my arm. “Fucking idiot.” Lurther cursed outside. The guard stumbled on a body and I went in with an u
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 15. FIGHTING TO DEATH
“I have a job for you.” I shot up as Lurther rushed down with more than five guards. They unlocked the bar door and shuffled in. I backed away as much as I could until I hit the wall and realized I had nowhere to go. I pushed off the wall and readied myself to fight. My fists were in the air. The men all came at once. I threw a punch only to be pushed to the wall. They restrained me then pulled me off the wall. I was pushed forward. Where were they taking me? What were they going to do with me? I shook, trying to pull out of their grip. One of my hands slipped from their hold and I swung it. The men were taken by surprise and I was able to free myself. My punch hammered to one’s face then I elbowed another behind me but they weren’t my target. Lurther was just a few feet away. I ran to him, my fist flying to his face. If I just killed him, even if I died after, at least I knew my son would be safe. Hands gripped me, pulling me back. They gripped the back of my neck tightly with
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 16. DEMONS FOUGHT FOR HIM
KABIR’S P.O.V.The eyes drilling into my side would soon combust my skin into flames. I splattered another block of wood and this time Rome did not make a move to collect the four pieces and stack them with the others. The resistance to not look was slowly snapping. His eyes had turned sadder with each minute that had passed. The stare got intense that I turned, frustration nagging at me. On his body he wore one of my t-shirts that looked way bigger for him. His pants I had washed and hung out for the next day. The realization that I had to go buy clothes for him to wear while he stayed with me didn't sit well with me but it was a risk I had to take. Leaving my farm nearly never happened. “What?” I asked, maybe a bit sharper than I intended. He didn't say anything for a split second, his face pointing down. Something in me sank. I wanted to squat down and tip his head up but I found myself bolted in place. Rome played with his fingers nervously. He stared back up again, tears fil
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 17. FAMILY
“It’s cold.” “Go.” I said after towel drying him. He shook his body before taking off. I towel dried myself then pulled on my briefs. I cleaned the bathroom he had dirtied with those wet feet before I walked after him. When I got to the closet, Rome had moisturized his skin, worn a large t-shirt of mine and stood waiting for me. I moisturized my skin then pulled loose pants on even though mostly I went to bed in my briefs. I wanted my son to be comfortable. “Come.” He held up his arms. The boy was spoiled and I blamed his mother. Serene. Every time I thought about her was like passing my hand through scorching flames. I picked up our son and he soon ran his hands through my damp hair, ruffling it. “Just like my hair.” I said nothing back. He tried to wrap his arms around my shoulder. I turned off the lights then pulled back the covers. I lowered him and he jumped to the other side. I slipped in bed and it didn't take seconds before he was by my side, nestling like a cub. My son
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 18. NEARLY EXPOSED
“He is beautiful, is he your son?” If I could massacre a whole town, it would be this one where we had stopped to buy necessities. They all stared, itching to touch and it was pissing me off. My chest pushed up and down, Rome in my arms, pressed to my chest so they would stop touching him. “Dad, you are scaring everyone.” My hand fell on the back of Rome’s head, pressing him down because he had decided to pretend he was asleep so people would stop ogling at us. I wanted to stab them all. My hands held him even tighter because a new issue arose from my son sleeping on my chest. Eyes followed us dangerously and as I turned, saw someone was holding their phone up. Fuck. I placed Rome down, the paper bags following before I marched to this woman. Her eyes went wide as she realized I was marching towards her. She took terrified steps back and if she knew better, she would have ran. My hand itched to take the gun from my hip and blow her brains out. This was why I never left the hous
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 19. PLAN A KILL
I nodded to answer Malik’s question of me being alive. His eyes then stared at me suspiciously. He was doing the same analysis? Could he trust me? Would I turn him in? His eyes flickered before he let out air, having taken a decision. “Come in sir,” He gestured to the house. I closed the car door, following him to his cabin. My eyes took each and every corner. I did not miss a single spot. I didn’t know what I was looking for, anything that would deem him back in Lurther’s grasp. Trust no one, especially the ones closest to you. The cabin had the basic necessities to survive but again, it would be easy for him to take up and run when needed. There was nothing personal in the house at all. A couch, furs all over, a kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom, just one. He had stayed in this house with Serene for months, them sharing a room. My eyebrow corked up. Something foreign ran through me but I had no time to analyze what the feeling was. I swallowed, walking back from searching his ho
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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
