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TRAPPED BY THE MAFIAÂ Â Â Chapter 046
Mirabella's PovIt's been three days since I've seen Matteo. After he left me at our house, I hadn't seen him ever since until now when he's seated at the head of the table, munching on his lunch without as much sparing me a glance.I carefully chew on my food, glaring at him through my peripheral vision."Sorella, do you feel better now?" Julia questions and Matteo's head immediately whips to my corner, his eyes demanding an explanation."I'm alright Julia. Thank you for asking." I shoot her a smile.Am I fine?I'm extremely tired, my body feels so sore and I can barely keep any food down.Matteo drops his spoon. "Am I missing something? Are you sick?"Silence.I shake my head at Julia and mother, signaling them not to provide Matteo the answers he seeks."I'm talking to you, Mirabella! Are you sick?!"Silence.He leans back with a scoff. "Is she sick? Mamá? Julia?" His eyes move rapidly in frustration. "Why won't anyone speak to me?!"Silence.Laughter bubbles out of him as he slide
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Mirabella's Pov"What?""I. Love. You."My eyes well up with tears. "You can't, Matteo. You cannot love a woman like me, a woman who's–""Amazing? Intelligent? Quick witted? Beautiful? Strong? Powerful? Exquisite? Perfect? Of course I want to love a woman like that. I love a woman like that. I love this woman in front of me."I shake my head, guilt enveloping me. If only he knew the things I am, the secrets I've kept away from him. "Matteo. . ."He strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm in love with you, Mirabella. I love you, I love you so much. Can you not see how much you drive me insane? How much of a distraction you are when you're around and how much of a distraction you become when you aren't? I love you with all of my heart. You drive me out of my mind.""Please Matteo. . . I'm unlovable."Don't do this to me."Mirabella you're the one person I want to be around all the time, yet, you're the one person I hate to be around. I find myself watching you from the shadows because I
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Matteo's Pov“One question, Mirabella, who really are you?”Fuck!Why does it always have to be me?Why do I have to go through this level of pain and heartbreak again?I spent the whole of last night baring my heart out to my wife, I opened myself up to her without knowing that she is twice as vile.I regret it all.The nights I laughed with her, the nights I made love to her, the nights I fucked her, letting her into my heart, confessing my feelings; I regret it all.But why me?Why did I have to go into her room when she wasn’t around?Why did she choose today of all days to leave her confidential documents out in the open?Why did I have to find out about my wife in this manner?God help me!My eyes well up with tears as I watch her frozen figure with nothing but a heavy heart. I want to be angry at her but I’m not, I want to hate her but I can’t. . .She’s my undoing.Why did I fall in love with her? What was I thinking forming a relationship with a Marcelo?“Ma-Matteo. . .Matteo
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Matteo's Pov“Matteo. . . I-I-I. . .”“Answer me!” My palm delivers a force filled smack across her face and she hit the ground with a thud, a loud sob finally wrecking through her.Her body quakes, “let me explain, Matteo. Please.”I become like a mad man possessed by a wicked entity. I don’t care that she’s bleeding from her mouth. I raise my feet off the ground, pushing my leg backwards and returning it forward with full force.I kick her so hard on the stomach that she tumbles a few times but her voice doesn't waver as continues screaming her plea.“Matteo, please. . .don’t. Please, Matteo.” I’m unyielding to her plea. I kick her hard again and she yelps aloud as she continues begging me.I go to kick her again but a strong arm grips my shoulder, a familiar voice murmuring into my ear, “be angry all you want but stop hitting her.” I look over my shoulder and thankfully, it’s Alessio.His reasoning makes sense.I take a calming breath as I watch Mirabella groan in pain whilst Pablo,
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Mirabella's PovSixteen years ago.Ten year old Mirabella."Mirabella! I hope you're reading and not playing?!" Mother yells from her lab and I chuckle, peeking my head through the door to the secret passage."Can I play a little mamá? I've been reading nonstop."Mother smiles at me with understanding. "My baby. You have to study hard if you want to become something. You need to develop a sharp mind."I pout, giving her my puppy eyes and she chuckles. "Okay then pumpkin, ten minutes."Thank you mamá! I run back in, pulling out all my toys with an ear to ear grin.Since I've become knowledgeable, I've never been to school even for a day but mother says it's normal that I don't go to school.She says that I'm undergoing special training, therefore, I need to always be by her side in the laboratory whilst she works. I sometimes want to make friends just like my sister but mother knows and wants the best for me.Don't get me wrong, staying with my mother in her laboratory has to be the coo
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Matteo's Pov"Twenty five million!""Thirty million!""Thirty five million!""Fifty million!"My nose flare.Who the fuck is this bitch?It has been five years.It has been five fucking years!Five years since I lost my wife and everyday I regret the poor decisions I made on that day five years ago. After she was taken away by her friends, I thoroughly read through those documents until it dawned on me that I was mistaken. It was all a misunderstanding. I read through those documents and finally understood her plight, I understood her need to remain silent but I was too late. She was already gone and I had to live with immense guilt.I looked for her, I did. Tore the whole city apart in my quest to set my eyes upon my wife one more time but she just vanished into thin air as though she never existed.And I became a shadow of myself, having to live with regrets for as long as five years.The regret of killing my brother, friend and partner; Pablo.The regret of launching an attack on Ma
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Mirabella's PovMost people say that the past has no effect on the future, but I strongly believe otherwise. The past, present and future are strongly connected to each other. Like the holy trinity. They're so connected in a way that one cannot thrive without the other.It is the events of the past that perfectly creates the present and it is the events of the present that gives life to the future.I know this because my past plagues me even until this day. My past is the reason I still live in misery, my past is the reason I've made very careless decisions and my past is the reason I've become the very depiction of evil.My marriage into the Denaro's family would be considered one of the careless decisions I made in the past even though I was forced into it.I'm going to swallow my pride and admit that I don't know how I managed to stay in a marriage with that good for nothing, selfish, piece of shit for so long.I begged that fucker, begged him to make wise decisions, begged him to
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Matteo's PovShe has nothing of mine?She has nothing of mine?!I crane my neck back, laughing without an ounce of humor whilst the water continue running down my body.She's delusional if she thinks that she isn't mine. Her existence is mine, that body is mine, those eyes are mine and should be kept on me, those lips are mine. Everything she has is mine.Everything she is and will ever be belongs to me.Especially those two angels.I've always known Mirabella to be nothing less than perfection, and now, she has blessed me with the most perfect children. They're out of this world with their peculiar features and I made that.I made that!I have two fucking kids and I made them with the love of my life!This is going to be so much fun.I laugh some more, wrapping the towel around my waist, hurrying to get ready for the dinner that's about to begin in less than thirty minutes. I cannot wait to speak to my children. I have a shit ton of questions to ask them and I know very well how piss
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Alejandro’s PovResistance. That’s all I see in her eyes. She’s fighting her pleasure—a war between her flesh and her mind. And I’ll tell you for sure that the flesh will always win.My face buries deeper, my tongue swirling around her bud. Her skin tightens, but she holds back her voice.“Let go, baby. . .Let go. . .” I urge, my tongue pushing into her entrance, curling. She doesn’t budge. I push a finger into her, and another, and another, and another. I curl all three fingers and she lets out a cry.“There you go,” I praise, “there you fucking go. . .”And then I’m fucking her recklessly with my fingers and my tongue. She cries harder, her body jerking. Her sweet, melodious voice draws a moan out of me. And suddenly, it’s no longer a fight of pleasure.She’s full on fighting me.I see how much my words affect her, but I know it’s not just about the words. It’s the confirmation. She always has been curious to know if I hold a grudge against her over what transpired between our pare
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Mariana's Pov“It was you?” I ask, unsure, “the soldier who stole from the family?”“Bingo,” he smiles broadly, “we’re going to have a blast, baby.”I lean back into my seat and allow my brain fall into silence and calmness for a moment. Just a few minutes. And then laughter erupts in my throat.My chest quakes with the frequency of my laugh, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes.“You’re a fucking genius aren’t you?” I ask, cackling, “all that calmness you exude, all that patience and endurance. . .you had it all figured out.”Alejandro’s eyes are on me, observing, careful. The movement of his arm is slow, deliberate as he puts his gun down.“You’re not mad at me?” He asks.I tip my head to the side, my teeth diving my bottom lip, nibbling sensually. Alejandro throws his hips in the air, a small grunt resounding low in his throat.“Is there a reason to be angry?” I ask and wait.He hesitates for a moment before tucking his gun away. And that’s when I strike. He doesn’t see me com
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Mariana's Pov“My love should be enough for the both of us, Mariana.”His words shake me to the core. And what shakes me more is the emotion swirling in those orbs of his. Why won’t he get angry at me?Why won’t he scream at me? Do something that shows me how much I drive him to the point of anger?“You’re a fool,” I mutter, a hand raking through my hair. “Come get my bags, soldier!” I command. A smile coats his lips as he approaches. He picks up my bags as though they weigh nothing and then he turns around, intending to exit the room.The door creaks open and Radimr walks in, his eyes on me, tender. He flashes me a smile and I mirror his smile.Huffing out an angry breath, Alejandro storms out of the room. But he doesn’t leave—he stands by the door, his eyes peeking through the small space.He watches as his brother’s arms envelope me in a hug, he watches how I reciprocate that hug with so much enthusiasm. His eyes cloud over with rage. And then Radimr’s mouth crashes on mine, rava
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Mariana's PovI puff out a breath and squeeze the last of my clothes into the small travel bag I intend to go on my travels with.A little backtracking here: earlier today while Alejandro, my husband, and myself sat in my office deciding how to track down the soldier who dared to steal from the family and run off, Alejandro had volunteered to track him through the countries the fucker has been in and out of in the last few days.And at that moment, my stupid little heart thought it was an opportunity. An opportunity to experience those seven days Alejandro promised me without dealing with my husband’s suspecting eyes.What did I do? I made a declaration that I regretted right when the words left my mouth.“I’ll go with you,” I blurted, surprising both brothers.“What?” My husband had asked, eyes wide.“You know how good I am with words, baby,” I responded as I slid my hand into his. “Sending Alejandro alone for something like this might turn out to be a mistake. He lacks in communicat
