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FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 27. MOM IS NOT OKAY
SERENE’S P.O.V.I was hot and cold. My lips trembled hard, as if they would fall off, teeth cluttering yet still, I was sweating buckets on buckets. I shifted, water splattering. My chest pushed up and down. I felt as if my veins were on fire. I was convinced there were shreds of glass cutting through my veins, up my throat and in my mouth. A scream was stuck in my throat, swallowing tightly. This was hell. It felt like hell and even worse than I ever imagined. Something held me tightly down just as my body began violently jerking. A cry escaped, begging for mercy. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I am here.” The words echoed. I drew closer to the person holding me in the large tub filled with ice water that did nothing to cool down my temperature. Even his skin added to my heat. I had to choose between moving away from the burning heat he added or staying in his tight grip which helped with my shaking body. My hands clenched into an arm, my nails digging in. I needed release, any release
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 28. STEPS TO HEALING
I knew as soon as I came to consciousness that I had slept more than I should have. First, the body I slept holding was no longer in my arms. Second, the silence was pregnant. I peeled my eyes open to lock them on dark eyes that were lifeless, an endless pit of pain and suffering. Something tugged in me and I didn't dare move.Serene had shifted to the very edge of the bed, staring right at me in a way that made me think that she wasn't really seeing me. She was in her head, reliving the nightmare she had gone through. There was nothing I could do to get her out. For then, I would leave her there, drowning. I made slow movements to not startle her, rolling out the bed. I walked around to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and took a shower. Serene wouldn’t leave, she wouldn't run, she was dealing with far too much to think of escaping from the cabin. I dressed up then walked out to find her right where I left her. I wish I knew how to help her. All I knew was I, myself, had wanted
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 29. REUNION
The next day we went to the nearest clinic. They took Serene’s blood and tested for everything. Hearing her explain that she was afraid of contracting sexually transmitted diseases left me pale. I never thought of it. Luckily she was on birth control so that was one burden off. If she was pregnant, could she survive it? Would she want me to help? Of course I would be there in every way I could for her, the baby, and Rome. Telling the doctor that she was sexually assaulted multiple times had been too much for her but I was proud of her for being so strong, speaking out. I hoped it helped rather than bottling it up or being in denial. Serene’s hand clenched mine tightly. The doctor drew blood then requested to take a look at her private area. Serene changed to a hospital gown and lay on the bed, legs up as the doctor took a look. By the doctor’s face I knew it wasn't good. I held on tightly at Serene’s hand as she trembled. The doctor had to explain her injuries, how she was severely
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 30. HAPPIER
TWO YEARS LATERI parked the car and waited. Something was wrong. I slipped out of the car, pulled my gun out and slowly walked up the steps, scouting around the perimeter.All this was because my son, Rome, had not run out to greet me from the car. He always did, like clockwork and all cars were present which meant they hadn’t left.I left the door behind, moving to see which windows were open. I climbed up to the second floor and slipped through the window. I slowly moved across Rome’s room which was clean and neat. The door was open, allowing me to maneuver without alarming anyone in the house. I made my way down the stairs, stopped and listened to find where they were. “Dad should have walked in by now.” “I know, he’s taking too long. Let me go check.” Feet shuffled and a curtain moving was heard. “The car is there, he is not in it.” My wife, Serene, spoke. I nearly chuckled. Twice I had told her I was leaving, that she could be free from me, to marry whoever she wanted, a
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 1. A BORED KING (BOOK 3)
BOOK 3: A MAFIA KING'S GAMESDisclaimer: This is Slade’s story. I will admit, this book now doesn't fit here but it’s too short to stand on it’s own, so here we are. If you are not interested in Slade’s book, please note that at the end of next week I will upload another book titled (His Secret Wife) on this platform, which is also about a girl forced into a marriage with a mafia king that wants nothing to do with her. It’s on a lighter note than Forced mafia brides but still, painful and gripping. Trigger warnings of this book (A mafia king’s games): Violence, language, sex, kidnapping, and torture. (These may be updated as the story unfolds) Book tropes: Age gap, touch her you die, possessive, she fell first he fell hard, sunshine x grumpy.Slade’s P.O.V. “Let’s go to the club tonight. You have been a sour puss since we took over Lurther’s territory.” Baste groaned out, taking the last gulp of the whisky he had been swirling in his glass. I groaned, slanted across my chair, han
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 2. UNCLE RAX'S PLAN
Daisy’s P.O.V. Only the clutter of plates was heard, eyes running from one person to another, words bit back. My heart was squeezed to the point that I couldn’t eat and breathe at the same time. My eyes moved to my mother who stole painful glances at my father who had his head bowed while slowly eating the food on his plate. Soon we were all done. I helped my mother clear the table and we washed the dishes while my little brother packed the plates away. I could smell the smoke of my father’s cigar. He only smoked when he was stressed. With the dishes done, I turned to my mother who had opened her arms for us. My brother and I snuggled in her hug, finding comfort in her warmth. She kissed the top of our heads. “It’s going to be okay.” I hoped it did and fast because the only option now was to sell the farm, the farm that had been in our family for generations. My great great grandfather had bought the farm a few years after slavery ended. It was a large achievement, one of the very
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 3. ESCAPE THE NEST
Daisy’s P.O.V.Silence, and tonight, it seemed deadly too. Or was it just me, my heart threatening to kill me, the food threatening to choke me, and the cutlery threatening to slip from my sweaty hands. We would be done eating soon. I had to act fast but each time I tried to open my mouth, words choked me and nearly killed me. My hands shook the harder I tried. This was the hardest thing I had ever done. Finally, I cleared my throat. “Ma, pa.” I called, my voice shaking more than I would like. I thought my eyes would turn in and I would faint. Eyes turned to me, utensils held in the air. I cleared my throat again. “I know this isn’t the right time.” I forced out, eyes now really staring at me. “But I had been applying for some time now and finally I have been hired by this large N.G.O and the best part is that they will offer me a scholarship to further my studies.” I lunged out, not sure if the lies were believable. I felt as if my parents could see through me. I felt stupid ev
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 4. WELCOME TO THE CITY
I was told Rax’s boss had wanted to send a car for me but I declined. My parents would have found it suspicious. So, there I was stuck to the bus's window, waving as my little brother chased after the bus until he fell back and soon drifted further away. I stepped back, stumbling into my seat. My hand ran to my chest, clenching it as my heart rapidly drummed away. This felt unreal. This felt so unreal. I couldn’t believe this. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. For the past days it had felt like a dream, as if this day would never come but here I was. I flickered my hands in the air to lose the nerves, moving them to cover my mouth next because I wanted to scream and jump up. My breath came out in pants as I swallowed the tears of happiness back. The guilt was there but as of then, the excitement took control. “Oohh my God.” I was free. I was doing this. The landscape had me turn and once again I was pinned to the window as I watched the beautiful scenery. I had never l
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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
