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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
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 20. THE END
SERENE’S P.O.V.“You will wear this tonight.”My head pushed up and my hooded eyes fought to keep open. I thought my biggest challenge would be hunger and I never thought sleep would be my worst nightmare. My head hung again, my stomach churning with my heart shrilling as it spread the fear through my body. At some point I would give in. I had to. I had to make the sacrifice, sooner before I got myself killed because my body was too exhausted to handle the coming fights. “Here.”The box was pushed forward, stopping right at my feet. More poisonous fear struck, realizing I was too weak to fight. How would I survive the night? “What is it?” I pushed up, moving to bend and open the box. “That will be your outfit tonight. These men will take you to the showers.” Luther said, pulling back with five guards walking in. One took the box, the others holding my limbs, lifting and leaving little wiggle room. My chest pushed up but I found no energy to fight. I had to save it for the fightin
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 21. SURVIVORS
A prickle was what I felt as soon as consciousness slipped back into me. “Don’t move.” A voice came, very close to me. Panic rippled through me as pain shot through every part of me. I had passed out, I hadn’t been conscious. The horror of the revelation tore me apart because once again I knew, I knew what had taken place. Tears burned, my mind trying hard to patch together what had happened. “Stay still.” Somehow I did, too shattered to fight. He wasn't mounting me, he sat next to me, injecting me with something.The realization made me snap my head around, wanting to sit up but the man held me down, the needle still in my arm. If I moved it could break and I would be dead. He pulled out the needle and I jolted up, my hand shooting to his neck, holding firmly. “What was that?” Were they getting me into drugs?No! No! Dark soulless eyes stared back at me. The man picked up something and showed me which was an empty vial.“These are antibiotics for you. I have been injecting you
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 22. THE CLEANSING BEGINS
KABIR’S P.O.V. “Are you sure you can take care of yourself?” “Yes dad, I will be fine, I promise.” This was wrong. I didn’t want to leave him but I had to. He was safer here. “You wake up, make your breakfast, learn, go check the animals then came back inside. Always lock the doors.” I told him, not feeling good about this part of the plan. I ran my hands through his hair. Once again, I brought him closer to me, kissing his forehead. “Stay away from the cows, I threw their feed in, don’t go near them, they can topple you.” I said, pulling him to my arms again, hugging him tightly to my chest. “Promise you won’t do something stupid. When you hear noises you take the gun, you go hide. Promise me, you only use the gun when there is no other option, like I taught you.” “I promise dad,” He nodded his head. This was risky, so many things could go wrong. Rome could take care of himself but this was too much. I had bought as much food as possible. He had food, clothes. I checked the gene
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 23. ONE STEP CLOSER
Kabir: All teams in position?I waited, darkness surrounding us. The only light came from the building a few miles from where we lay low. There were thirty guards we had to take out, patrolling the building. Twenty congressmen were having a meeting in that building but we only needed six of them. This was a one shot play. Seventeen more politicians and businessmen were targeted that night. The teams all had a target to take out of these seventeen. Not even one of them would survive. Once we struck, the news would travel fast. We had to hit all the spots fast and heavily. Teams: Yes. They all replied within seconds. Kabir: Let’s go.I texted before tucking the burner under my bullet proof vest. “Let’s go.”We rose from the tree we lay behind. As much as I would have preferred to stay behind and take the targets out from the distance, it was risky. I would not be able to get all of them at once and the chaos it would cause was unwanted. “ Kill the lights.” I called when we were near
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 24. BROKEN
SERENE’S P.O.V.Darkness. For the next hours I blacked out even though I felt the pain, felt everything happening but it was as if I watched from outside, looking in. When everything was done I was left lying there, not even able to move an inch of my body. I should have listened. I should have ended it when I had a chance. I should have.Darkness was all around me despite my eyes being open. It was in me, having sunk into my soul. I realized I was uncontrollably shaking. Hands gripped me, pulling me up. None of my limbs worked, hanging loosely. Someone tried to scoop me up but I cried out so loudly they stopped. I could feel the blood trickle down from my body. With no other option left I was dragged, my feet dragging on the floor with my body held up as they hauled me away. Nothing made sense anymore. My ears were ringing, eyes clouded with tears. I wish I was strong enough to withstand this. I thought I was, thought I could fight my way through and survive. I couldn’t do this an
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 25. REVENGE SERVED
KABIR’S P.O.V. “Anyone who will tell me where Serene is will be given a quick death!” The building was burning all around us, doors locked, my men outside. Most of the guards were killed, just five left. None of them came at me. They had accepted their fate. They looked forward to it. These men were scarred beyond saving, letting them out into society would be a bloodbath for many. So much anger, so much hate they carried. “She is in pit 8!”“Pit 8!” “Pit 8.”I let out a breath. She was still alive. Why had they kept her there all this time? I was happy she was still with us but irritated she hadn’t listened. She should have ended it. The guilt, the shame, and the pain coursed through me. I hadn’t protected her. What had they done to her? She held on for so long. I didn’t know how to deal with such fear, fear for someone else’s life. We didn’t have time. I wanted Serene out of there as soon as possible. I nodded my head at the men, pulling out my guns to shoot all five of them b
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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
