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25. WON'T YOU SAVE ME?
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FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 26. NAZEBI
The car skidded to a stop and a door opened with a man I soon recognized as one of the guards slid in. In hand he carried a large case which I would assume was his sniper gun. The car moved even before the doors were closed. The man turned to take a look over me then turned back. “They are not retreating.” He said, beads of sweat rolling down his face. “We will take the roof, lay low and wait for the hit.” The next one said with it dawning on me that it wasn’t just a possibility that my attackers would come for me. It was a sure thing now. My eyes ran through, taking each man there. Would more of them die? Because of me? I was so cold. Why had I left the house? I had given my attackers an advantage. I should have stayed in the house but even as those words sank in I knew going to town had been a necessity. It had been unpreventable on that day. The car curved and rushed up the driveway. The house was abandoned with only two of the guards there. They walked to us, the doors
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 27. I AM STILL ALIVE
When the door opened the floor was clean. When the door opened, the body was wrapped by two white sheets. I sat at the edge of the bed, gun hanging in hand. My eyes were red and I was raw from thinking; tossing and turning the situation with no answers coming to mind. Why did they want to take me? What was Kein fighting? If they all warned me to kill myself than be taken, what were they planning to do to me? How was Nazebi related to Kein?How many more would come after us? Was it safe now? I licked my dry lips, my other hand brushing on the tag chain hanging from my neck. I had showered and changed clothes then I waited for anything else that would come my way. For hours it had been deadly quiet outside. None of the guards came to check on me which meant they were all dead and none of the attackers came to end me which also meant they were all dead. How did I even begin processing the heartache and trauma from the lives lost? Why had Nazebi saved me? What had he meant Ke
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 28. PUNISH ME PLEASE
If they were trying to kill him then they were trying to kill me too, or worse, capture and use me. The panic rose up and I had to swallow it down with the vodka. There was no way we would survive a cartel hunt. They had too many resources. I chugged the vodka back again. They would send more men until they succeeded. It was just a matter of time. No wonder Kein and Nazebi had noted for me to kill myself than be taken alive. I now understood. I didn't want to live through it either. The bottle was thrown back again, not even feeling the burn anymore. “Maybe just kill me now and throw me in that raft.” I blurted out. This was fucked up. “Why marry us then kill us? This is beyond fucked up. I knew this was fucked up when that stupid Lurther wanted to force me to get pregant. Like, why can’t you get yourself pregnant, piece of shit!” I cursed, wanting to throw the bottle in the water in anger but I also needed it’s contents so I held onto it and took a gulp but fell shocked as K
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 29. IF YOU CAN'T DEFEND YOURSELF YOU DIE
KEIN’S P.O.V.27 YEARS AGO304 stumbled back, his legs crossing over with him tumbling down. A few years ago I would have stared at him in horror. I would have tried to get him up. I would have whispered that he should push on, fight harder. But now, now, I jumped onto him and slammed my fists on him repeatedly. At first he put his hands up but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. My fists went in even as I heard his skull crack in. I went in even as blood spread all over my body. “Useless piece of shits! We feed you! We gave you a job! Saved your pathetic lives!” The commander’s voice echoed all through the training grounds above all the grunts. His hands lay on his back, saliva spat out with each word he poured out. I kept going in until 304 lay still underneath me. My fists hung in the air, his face deformed, blood spilling on the ground with his soul gone. Hands grabbed my shoulders and I braced myself for whatever impact came.“You think you are a big guy now?” Second commander w
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 30. MAKE LOVE TO ME
SERENE’S P.O.V.My body still spasmed twenty minutes after with how intense I came. I cleaned up and slid back in bed with Kein on his side, eyes closed. I could still feel him on me. I could still feel him inside me. I stuck my thighs together to savor the feeling because I still wanted more. I wanted more of him. All of him. My arms wrapped around my body, feeling cold suddenly even with the blanket over us. “ Pack your bag tomorrow morning. Someone will come to collect you.” His voice disturbed the silence and left me wide eyed. “ Where am I going?” I questioned with a drumming heart but he never answered. “ For how long?” Was he finally giving me away to his boss? Why pack a bag though? How large of a bag? “ Kein I need to know which bag to use, large or small. How long will I be gone?” I was desperate for any information about my departure. “You will only come back when you can protect yourself. No one will save you but yourself next time.” His harsh words grated me cold.
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 31. HOPEFULLY NOT GOODBYE
I was cold. I was so cold and I think it was because I knew he was gone. I turned to the side, curled myself into a ball and cried. This was it. Five minutes in I felt so drained of life. My core hurt. My heart was cold and sore. Sounds of cars driving up made me sit up from my bed with tears still streaming down my eyes. I walked to the window and stared down. A part of me had hope that it was him and I would get to see him once again before I left. The cars stopped, eight to be exact and I got a bit of a stutter in my heart. Why so many cars? Were we being attacked or was I being collected? The doors didn’t open for a while until a guy slipped from one of the identical cars then opened a blinding reflective umbralla to cover himself. He wore combat clothes as if ready for war. He walked to the other cars. “Keep the decoys in for now in case someone is watching. I will wait for her in the house.” I barely caught the words he spoke, confirming they were my ride. My heart squeez
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 32. BOUND BY CONTRACT
We all drove for an hour before going under a dark underground parking lot. My heart was on my tongue, my skin prickled. As we approached, lights suddenly flooded the parking lot with over twenty cars in there. Malik spun our car around and I was sure we were caught. I was sure this was it. He then sped away as all the cars did the same.What is happening? It was like a movie. I clung to the window staring until we surfaced out through an exit. Malik sped up so fast and as I stared I realized the parking lot had multiple exits and each car took it’s own, taking a different directions. Only one car followed us. It was two cars per direction but after ten minutes the identical car which was following us took a different turn and we were left alone driving away. My heart couldn't stop drumming. Was it all a decoy to get me out? Kein had really went out of his way to make sure we were not followed. Which car would they follow, there had been so many?“ We are in the clear. Relax, we
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 33. BACK TO YOU
SERENE’S P.O.V.TWO MONTHS LATERThree knocks then a second of silence. “Serene.” I rolled to the side of the bed, unable to open my eyes. My hand hung over the edge of the bed. My mouth was ashy dry, sweat beads collecting on my forehead. “Serene, I am coming in.” Another second passed then the door cracked open and swung. I didn't even hear him approach. Damn mafia men with their gentle feet. “We can’t continue like this. I think we should head to the nearest town.” It took everything in me to open my eyes. The night had been the worst so far. Since I was a baby I never even caught a cold yet there I was, nearly skin and bone. At first I used to joke that it was Kein dick withdrawal. Two months later I could barely even open my eyes. I licked my dry lips and forced myself to push up. A hand soon sat on my forehead. “ You are burning up again.” “ I am fine.”“ No, you are not. We haven't trained. It’s been two months and you are only getting worse. We have to risk it.” I ha
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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
