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FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 4. ESCAPE
ROME’S P.O.V“ I am so sorry you are leaving. I will come say bye to your mother.”“ We will be leaving as soon as she gets home, Mrs. Majola.” I said, turning and waving. “ Okay. Bye bye sweet Rome.” I waved one last time before jumping on my skateboard. Six houses down and one to go. My eyes ran to our driveways and saw my mother’s car but it wasn’t the only one there. A frown made its way on my face. Who was that? The dark tinted windows made me feel uneasy. I stared at the number plate realizing it was from another province. My stomach twisted into knots. Back and forth I stared between our house and the Dlamini’s house. I did not care for Thembela. I didn't like children. But Angelica. All through my goodbye’s I made sure I put the Dlamini’s last because I wanted to spend more time there. I was the only one in my age group allowed to carry baby Angelica. Angelica loved folding her tiny fingers around my thumb then bringing it to her mouth to suck. I loved Angelica. Sometimes
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 5. PLAN ACTIVATED
“ Hey kid, are you the one that requested?” I opened the door and slid in without an answer. “ King Shaka Airport.” I said, pulling out my laptop. My shades hid my eyes. “ White spoiled kids,” The man exasperated before driving off into the road. I had walked a few miles from our house so he wouldn't know which house I was from. I logged into my mom’s account. As practiced before, I booked a plane ticket through her second fake name for an unaccompanied minor. I submitted all the documents needed and waited an hour before I got a response and sent back more documents. The ticket was set for later that evening. I could see the driver stare at me now and again from the review mirror. “Are you okay kid?” My tongue was heavy, it seeming impossible to say a single word. With the ticket ready, I pulled all the addresses I would need. I memorized them until I reached the airport. I waved my card over the counter to pay. “ Okay. Bye kiddo. Eehh, belungu.” I closed the door and w
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 6. BLOOD IS THICKER?
At first they laughed then they stopped as I glared at them sternly. “I did hear something about Serene a few days ago.” One said, staring back at me. They stared at each other before deciding to call it in. Soon one was holding my bag while the other held my hand. I let it be because my body felt heavy. We scaled up to the gate and as it opened for us, I saw him. The man we had been running away from just a few days ago. The man that brought everything upon us. My grandfather was marching to us with determination. I found myself rooted where I was as I took the sight of him in. My hand was let go as my grandfather neared. His eyes were wide, seeming rattled. He lowered in front of me and soon I found myself buried in his chest. “I knew it was her.” He said before pulling back. He stared behind me then around. “Where is my daughter?” My hands fisted around his shirt tightly. He pulled me further away then stared into my eyes. “Where! Is! My! Daughter?” He spoke slowly, emph
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 7. LAST CHANCE
Run!It was the only thing in my head. I dashed through the door, putting a chair under the handle. I opened my large case and took out the photo album. I took my mom’s jewelry box and gadgets, slipping it into her personal bag. I went to the window, staring out. It was a long fall. What would mom do? What would dad do?I stared around until I stared at the bed. Everything was dropped. I could barely see through my emotions. I ripped the sheets then tied them as best as I could while counting the minutes for the guards outside. When the guard patrolling passed, I opened the window and threw out the sheets. The wind had picked up, the sheets blown to the sides. I took my mother’s bag, threw it over my shoulder before I climbed out of the window. I had five minutes before the next guard came around. My body shook, my hand slipping now and again. A yelp was held tightly in my mouth as I bit my tongue hard. I thought the wind would blow me away. My body swung, hitting the wall hard. I
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 8. CONTRACT NEGOTIATIONS
SERENE’S P.O.V.I knew as soon as consciousness gripped me. My chest pushed up and down vigorously, my body sore and cold to the bone. I wanted to cry. I wanted to weep and grieve but the shock had me lying there paralyzed. Shivers ripped through my body and left me shaking uncontrollably. It was when I heard feet shuffle next to me that I shot my eyes open to be assaulted by blinding light coming from the ceiling. I squirmed away, jolting to a sitting position as the pain assaulted me even more. I didn’t dare stare down at my body in fear of what I would see. A man stood not far from me. He wore a black suit, polished, and proper yet you could see the evil and wickedness in his eyes. His smile nearly made me vomit. My chest heaved from the rising bile. Even though the work could be seen, work done on his face, old age was fighting to show it’s ugly head. I shifted further away before I even attempted to stand up. He was tall and bulky. If I wanted to win a fight with him, I had t
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 9. TRUST MISPLACED
ROME’S P.O.V.“You should get some sleep, you look tired.” My head bobbed and snapped me from my sleep. My eyes immediately searched the room and again, there were no changes. I was still in the room with a man I didn’t know, a man I didn’t trust and a man who probably sold me out. My eyes ran to the monitor once again. The crowd had thinned yet some women and men still danced. They held each other and kissed. I wanted to look away but I continued staring, watching for anything out of place. Many hours had passed and soon the sun would rise. What was I waiting for? I should have left. I should have fought my way through. What would have mom done?My mind told me to run yet still, I sat there. ‘Trust your gut when you are in impossible situations.’ Mom would say when we played chess and she would tell me about the world of the mafia and cartels. My eyes ran back to the man who stared back at me. He seemed amused. “You still don’t want food?” My eyes snapped to him then I looked
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 10. MY SON
KABIR’S P.O.V. This had to be a trick. I stared to my backseat with the frown itched deep on my face. Luther’s new ways to get to me? Had they sent this boy to find my location? Had they released I hadn't died that day? Once again I stared at the boy and I could see it. He cried hard he passed out after watching the video. I had to get the truth of what happened from Aziz. Serene, my wife. I shook my head, stretching my hand to pick up the bag that looked too feminine to belong to Rome. I dragged it up front then froze and stared at him. My chest tightened when I thought of how hard I had slammed him down. Did he need a hospital? He was fine, he was my son, he would be fine. Uneasiness fell on me. “ Fuck.” I raked through the bag, setting everything on the passenger’s seat. There were six passports and six ID’s. I looked through them, three for Serene and three for Rome. There were multiple gadgets but what I found myself picking up was the photo album. I sat back in my seat
FORCED MAFIA BRIDES 11. OPEN WOUNDS
I shouldn't have been looking. Even ten minutes later from seeing it, I was still frozen in shock. “Kabir, take her.” My sister was thrust to my chest, her body violently shaking as her cry pierced through the small boat in the open sea. Her cries drew me from my shocked state and I stared down at her. Blood covered her pale skin. She kicked her arms and legs, lips turning blue. The small jacket wrapped around her had slipped. I covered her fully, tried to wipe her face with the sleeve. Another cry reached my ears. I stared up, my mother, having given birth a few minutes before, looked so pale as she shivered. The boat rocked roughly, water flying and pouring on us. Shouts drew me to my father who had just thrust the baby in my arms. Three men were around him, the men who my parents and all the families had paid to get us to America, to rescue us from the war. They were getting closer and closer to my father and I held my little sister even closer to my chest. My knees were propelle
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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
