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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
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES WHILE YOU WAIT
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FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 21. POLICE
Harsh winds.Harsh rain.Blood.Pain. The rain was drowning me, splatters of mud all over my body. My hands rushed to claw my throat as the water filled my mouth. I wanted to scream for help but I couldn’t. “Peter,” I didn’t stop trying which had me in a fit of coughs. “Peter!” I couldn’t die, not now, not when I was just truly happy. Not when I found him and he made every dream come true, even those I didn't think I had. “Peter!” “ I am here, I am here my love, it’s okay.” The voice broke through the cloud, distant at first but got louder and louder. Hands clamped me and I could feel the warmth suddenly, skin on skin. I shivered, my eyes pulling wide open to see skin. My hands scrambled to hold on tight, taking a whiff to confirm that indeed this was Peter. “Peter.” I cried out. He pulled me to his chest as I shook so hard. “I am so sorry my love, I am so sorry.” The fact that I was in his arms made everything okay. I knew I was safe now, warmth enveloping me and chasing
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 22. TAKEN AWAY
“Police! Open up!” My heart pumped poison. My fear of the police was given at birth. I heard the door open and tried to turn around but from where I was, I couldn’t see past the walls caging the kitchen from the house. “Mr Slade, please step away, we have a warranty to search the property.” “What do you want?” He groaned out. “We are looking for Miss Daisy Johnson.” What the hell!? I nearly screamed that I was in the kitchen in panic but decided to shut my mouth up. “You could go rummaging through my house or I could take you to her,” Peter talked calmly. “Daisy!” Any warmth I had just vanished from my body as my dad’s voice echoed in the house. “You son of a bitch, where is my daughter! Daisy!” Oohh God, Oohh God! “Mr Johnson, please stand back and let us do our job.” “I want my daughter!”I heard some commotion. “Stand back, stand back!” I was about to jump off the counter but held myself, recalling my foot. “Mr Slade, please show us where Miss Johnson is.” I heard
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 23. THE END OF US
I was tired of the berating. “You have gone insane. I never should have let you leave! You lied to us! Turned yourself into a whore!” My father stopped, five minutes passing before he began again. Answering him only enabled him more so I resigned to closing my eyes and leaned on my mother’s shoulder. The fact that I was twenty four and could make my own decisions did nothing for my dad. “You are never leaving the farm ever again!” It felt like the drop of prison bars. I imagined running back to the police station and opening a case against my own father. Imagining it was all I could do because I felt so hopeless as my father threw out one life sentence after another. I still couldn’t understand Peter’s words. What did he mean he wanted me to leave? He literally gave me away. He didn’t come to get me at the police station. I tried prolonging the departure from the police station but as soon as my father realized they weren’t opening a case against Slade, he blew a fuse and dragge
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 24. GOING BACK HOME
DAISYONE MONTH LATER The sun sank over the horizon. I straightened, my back aching. I could hear my little brother playing ahead with the dogs. “We are heading in earlier today,” Harry, one of our farm helpers said, carrying his large bottle of water. “Okay.” Was all I said, dreading walking back to the house because every part of my body was painful. I took a few minutes just standing there before I walked back to the house. My dad stood a bit further from the porch talking with the men. Since being back he barely said ten words to me and I didn’t mind. I understood, I hurt him but also I did not regret anything I did. “Daisy, you shouldn’t be out there for so long, especially with your leg.” Mom’s voice stopped me in my tracks and I smiled at her. I wished I could talk to her more and just hug her but I refrained. “I just wanted to help out, at least the hard part is over for now.” We were weeding and planting. It had been a long couple of weeks. Mom smiled, walking to grip m
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 25. WEAKEST POINT
The girl’s head shot up with her eyes. I narrowed my eyes at her, hoping it was as dangerous as I thought it looked. She quickly looked down to her computer then quickly picked up the work phone. I watched from the corner of the eye as the other’s stole glances at me. “Good evening sir, there is Mrs Daisy here to see Mr Slade,” ‘Wife’, I mouthed for the girl to say. “His wife,” The woman added reluctantly, not believing. It didn’t matter if they believed or not, I just needed the word to get to the top. “Yes sir,” The woman said, her eyes coming back to mine. I gave her a questioning look because I couldn’t take the suspense. “He is passing the call through to the main secretaries.” “Okay, thanks.” I nodded. The secretaries knew me right? Hopefully they would pass the call and if he was not there, they would call his personal cell and let him know I was there. What if Slade was not even in the country? I fought to not succumb to the fear coursing through me. “ Yes sir,” The la
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 26. WEDDING DAY
Slade held the key to my room in his hand. I followed after his guards, him further away. No longer was I allowed to be next to him. I heard the door click open after Slade swiped the key card on the door. He pushed in and the guards followed.He took me to a hotel, a really fancy hotel. I can’t tell you what I felt, what I was thinking. I felt like I was just floating around. The lights in the room were nearly blinding. I walked aimlessly in the room before I stopped at the center. It was a large room and looked beyond anything I could imagine but to me all was fuzzy. For a few seconds nothing but silence filled the room. “Leave us,” Slade’s voice disturbed that silence, letting me know the final goodbye was coming now. I wished I was stronger. I wished I could see myself getting through this sane but at that point I was drowning. I heard the main door close and we were alone. I heard him place the key card down. “Check out will be at two tomorrow,” I heard movement then caug
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FORCED MAFIA BRIDES THE END
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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
