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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Author: PEAZY
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-21 00:17:32

MARCELLA’S POV

My feet lifted off the ground propelled forward by relief and excitement, my arms spread out like a butterfly freed from its cocoon as I run towards Uncle Tee. I wrapped my arms around his torso, a bulge in his shirt poked me and I flinched playfully as my uncle hugged me back with a weak smile.

“I knew you would make it” I said looking up at him.

“Well what do we say…”

“Uncle Tee always survives” we said in unison our voice spreading across the room as eyes shifted from the dead body lying on the floor to my Uncle and I.

“Welcome home man” my brother said patting him on the shoulder.

“We need to talk Marcella” uncle said to me sounding serious all of a sudden.

I was about asking how he survived and escaped the Mexican mafia, but his tone alerted me there was a more serious issue at hand.

“What is it uncle Tee” I asked, grabbing a seat nearby. Father had wheeled his chair away from us and was now talking to Big Jim, the man behind the money counting machine. I
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  • THE MAFIAS BETRAYED BRIDE: A Game of Revenge   CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

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  • THE MAFIAS BETRAYED BRIDE: A Game of Revenge   CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

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  • THE MAFIAS BETRAYED BRIDE: A Game of Revenge   CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

    MARCELLA’S POV I soon found my self seated at the back of Salvadors SUV. I felt I had been in this situation before a few months ago, except this time, in different cloths, my hair was a mess and I hadn’t showered in two days. The seat beside me dipped as Salvador occupied it, a serious expression on his face as he slammed the door shut. “Don’t fucking do that again!” He scolded immediately he sat in the car. I just scoffed and folded my arms across my chest.”and don’t do that either” he added as the car came to life and zoomed out of the compound. “…do what?” I chuckled with a shrug, then went ahead to fold my arms again. “…that, that right there. The attitude, I am your husband!” He growled. “I don’t acknowledge that, and I am never going to accept it” I replied. “Well, then I guess we will have to do this the hard way!” He said then instantly pinned me to the seat with his masculinity, he started wrapping a duct tape around my wrist, binding then together behind me. “

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