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12. BLIND TO THE DEVIL
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FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 13. REJECTED
My book hid me away but more often than was healthy I peaked up, stealing a glance at Slade who hadn't said a single word to me in days. It perplexed me because the first day we met he had said his fair share of words but suddenly he barely even stared at me. I didn’t mind, I just wondered what ran through his mind. I sucked in a breath, reminded of the cheque I had found on my bedside two days ago. I was still shocked to say the least. I had spent two hours just staring at it before I accepted that he had given me so much money. I had never held so much money in my life and to me it seemed like the final shackle that bound me to him.Had my father received it and the letter I sent through mail? I had asked Slade to post it home for me. What would my dad say, there was no way to explain fifty thousand dollars. My eyes ran back to my book which I had been pretending to read for the past two hours. Yet, a second later my eyes ran up to Slade again. He was still in his suit, typing and
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 14. TIME TO LEAVE
It took thirty minutes to get to the club. I could hear the loud music from where I was but all I could see from where we were was the metal service door. The cars were parked in an alley and the guards opened our doors. I walked out, clutching my book. Slade marched in without even looking my way. What did I do? I rushed after, my heels not meant for the pace he had set. We walked into dark passages of the club and took one corner after another until we walked up a pair of stairs. My ears were already throbbing from the loud music. I was not used to it and my eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the dim lights. We went past doors then another set of steps until we walked past empty booths. I could not see much in each booth because Slade was walking so fast. He turned, walking in one of the private booths. I followed suit only to pause as my eyes fell on a girl, sitting on a man, grinding on him. The air smelt of smoke and something I could not describe. It was so hot and st
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 15. WHAT I DESERVE
Slade jumped out as soon as the cars stopped, having sat as far away from me as he possibly could. I opened my door and by the time I jumped off he was already up the steps. I rushed after, afraid he would lock me out to die in the cold. All the courage was gone, vanished away. He marched through the door and I followed after. The door shut and locked after me. By the time I turned, Slade was eating up the stairs two at a time. Run? Hide? When he was far enough I ran up the stairs and slid into my room. I shut the door and leaned on it, listening. He was in his room. For two full minutes nothing happened so I let out a breath and rushed to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror and I looked a mess, tear stains down my face, red crazy eyes. My head was pounding and a jumble of thoughts. It was clear I couldn’t stay. I could stay for a lot but not this. My heart was already too invested in Slade. It was his age, the way I just felt around him, as if nothing could touch me. I
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 16. MY HOME
SLADEThe most peaceful morning I had ever had; waking up with Daisy in my arms, holding onto me tightly even in her sleep. I stared at her for so long until I couldn’t stare anymore because time was no longer on my side. I had to leave. Maybe it was time to retire. Maybe it was time to hang the ropes because how could I wake up every morning and walk away from my bed? I cursed for calling the meeting I had to attend that morning. I couldn’t let Baste go alone, he would probably fuck it up. He was probably nursing a hangover right now, still wrapped around pussy. Once again my eyes drifted down to Daisy. Everything was upside down. I was losing control which I had tried regaining yesterday but dismally failed. I don’t know what I thought I would achieve. I had wanted to hurt her, prove that she didn’t have a hold on me only to prove to myself how fucked I was. I painfully let go of her body but she still held on. I tried peeling off her arm from me only to realize how strong my Dais
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 17. LOVELY SURPRISE
DAISYMy hair had always been styled by my mother and she had hated how much effort it took to deal with my thick curly mess. So I was hopeful today as I sat in the car. “ Hi guys, do you know where I could get my hair braided?” “Yeah, I have a cousin downtown,” I smiled, excited for my first experience in a salon. Thirty minutes later I was sitting in a chair downtown with nothing but laughter filling the room. Three women were around me, extensions flying everywhere. My head tipped this side and that as they pulled my hair for dear life. My head was already throbbing and I wondered how I would sleep but my excitement kept me seated in the chair, laughing now and again. My driver and guard were at different ends in the salon, eating their hearts out while my guard’s cousin poured one story after another of how they grew up. Their household seemed to be filled with laughter and mischief. It made me reflect on my childhood. I was always on the farm, always listening and being a go
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 18. PRINCESS
The feel of my hand engulfed in his. The way my body just curved into his. “That one,” I was long lost for words. We went to dinner and as we had been eating, the largest bouquet of roses was delivered for me from my fiance. Now I was the quiet one, swooped away to the point of silence. A large necklace was brought forward and shifted to my view. I had never seen something so beautiful and glamorous. I had never seen something so expensive. I turned my head to stare at Peter because this was too much. My man only kissed my forehead. Being overwhelmed was an understatement. I shifted closer to him because I wanted to just hug him and not let go. “It’s perfect.” The jeweler quickly took it back just as Peter pointed for him to add a few more along with a watch and a bracelet. “I want all of them engraved with her name,” I still couldn’t wrap my head around this. I couldn’t believe I was surrounded by real diamonds.I leaned my head against Peter’s shoulder as we walked out of the
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 19. SACRIFICIAL LAMB
The doorbell went off. I slipped out of the chair and rushed out of Peter’s office. I was wearing his t-shirt and my leggings, my slides slapping the steps as I went. The office was where I felt close to him when he was at work so I usually snuggled in his chair and read my book. It was probably one of the guards. I felt so bad for them. Slade wanted no one in his estate so the guards were left with the task of building a gazebo for the wedding. Soon they would be setting chairs and plugging in flowers here and there. I put my finger in the scanner to unlock the door then pulled it open. “Sorry to disturb Ma’am, but your uncle is at the gate, asking you to come out.” Then it hit me. I never told uncle Rax I was moving. He was probably worried. “Uncle Rax right?” “Yes.” “Okay, let’s go.” The guard nodded and to my shock went to get what looked like a golf cart. It was so cute and I wondered why they had one in the compound. Nonetheless I hopped on. The cart was fast but still
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 20. FAMILY
I was dropped next to a very deep grave that I would never be able to crawl my way out of. The storm was near, the sky rumbling now and again. We were at the back of a large beautiful yet abandoned house. I lay on the ground motionless, my heart suspiciously beating steadily, my eyes running around as I controlled my breathing. I already knew where I was going, what my planned death was. A phone rang, a disturbance in the thick air that promised rain in a few minutes. “Fuck,” The bastard looked around for a second before he looked at me, putting his finger over his lips. He took out a gun and held it directly to me, to silence me before picking up the call. “Yes brother,” My eyes ran around again, trying to calculate my next move as fast as I could. If I had to scream, this would be my chance. But would Slade get to me in time, probably not. “My jet is about to take off. I am going to Novosibirsk as you said,” My eyes fell on a large spade a few feet away. “What?! W
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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
