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TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Chapter 075
Matteo's PovThere’s a rage that sizzles through my bones. The same rage that weakens my bones, yet, they’re as strong. The same rage which weakens my heart, yet, makes it so fierce. The same rage which has sent my mind into an overwhelming sense of disbelief and despair and loathe.All of those despicable feelings are directed towards one person.The man whom I’m storming through the compound into the holding cell to have a chat with.As my footsteps echo across the long hallway, my wife’s father’s laughter begins to echo. He knows I am coming, and he knows why I am coming.And the sick man somehow finds pleasure in it; in the fact that he’s close to completely ruining my family.It aggravates me.I should have just severed his tongue when we caught him. Bloody disgusting man.When I enter into his cell and find his teeth on display as he grins widely at me, I charge at him with a growl.My fist plummets his face, unending cuss words spilling from my mouth.“Idiota,” slam.“Sciocco,”
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Mirabella's PovSpoons and plates clink, my children’s little voices pass through my ears like soft whispers as they throw their tantrums, my husband chews his food loudly—an effort to infuriate me.Even with the unspoken words and unexpressed anger looming over my husband and I, we find ourselves sitting at the dinner table, trying to force smiles on our faces for the sake of our children.Not like they care, considering that they’re munching on their dinner and chattering away as though we do not exist. Still, we hope to create a good example for them.As the meal goes on, the silence between my husband and I becomes more and more uncomfortable. It’s my daughter, Mariana who looks up from her plate first, her eyes meeting mine. Furrowing her brows, she looks between her father and I before refocusing on her food.For a moment, she leans into her brother, whispering something into his ear. Mariano snickers, his eyes stealing a quick glance at his father.I shift uncomfortably in my se
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Matteo's PovIt’s been two days since we last had a conversation; my wife and I.Two days of awarding each other some space. Two days of silence, of intense thoughts.I love her—there’s no doubt about what I feel for her and what lengths I am willing to go for her happiness. And yet, I find myself wallowing in the trenches of guilt and regret.In the moments when she allowed her vulnerability to surface, confessing her fear of carrying another child, my only thought was that video I had seen months ago.The one which serves as proof of the pain she had to endure to bring forth those beautiful kids.She fears that she’ll have to undergo the same pain if she tried bringing forth another child. But there I was, judging her moral standing the moment her father whispered those words to me.I called her gullible, yet, I have proven to be the gullible one.I am on the phone with one of my major distributors when my office door creaks open. My wife peeks her head through and flashes me a beau
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Mirabella's PovIt’s been two weeks since I returned from the hospital. Two weeks since I almost lost my child.Of course I decided to keep the baby. I am afraid, I constantly live in fear of what this pregnancy might do to me, and after that near miscarriage, my fear has toppled, yet, I find myself wanting to do this. To have this child with the love of my life.It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make, not just for myself, but for this family. For my husband.Matteo deserves a chance to experience this journey with me.As I lie on the couch, enveloped in a soft blanket of warmth and comfort, I feel the fragile threads of my being slowly weaving back together after days of constantly being in pain.My husband, Matteo, has put in the work to make me feel better. He is just like a gentle breeze, soothing my soul, the calming melody that quiets the fears I have regarding this pregnancy.He is my safe haven—a place where I can be myself and express my joy, sorrow, and fear without feeling ju
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Mirabella's PovDarkness is still paramount, and yet, I am awake—wide eyed awake.The calendar says Wednesday, the time reads 5am, the birds sing a beautiful morning song, and my heart sings a bloody song.Torture is my forte.I say I have no heart, and yet, when I’m tasked with the duty to torture offenders, I feel that dead organ of mine palpitating ridiculously.I love the thrill, and the mess.It’s a convoluted joke, comical to think that I was not even born this way, hell I was not brought up to find thrill whenever I watch life completely disappear from someone’s eyes.The world made me into this. My marriage to the Denaro name made me into a monster. And I appreciate it, I find it so very satisfying.“Boss, we’ve arrived.”My thoughts are roused from their fog by the harsh voice telling me that we have arrived in Milan. With a groan of exhaustion, I fasten my seatbelt and wait for the aircraft to descend.Minutes pass. My men and I make our way out of the airplane, getting into
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Matteo's PovI wake to nothing but emptiness. The room is lit by the blaring sunlight peeking through the blinds, my wife’s side of the bed empty and cold, almost looking as though no one slept there the night before.My brows form into a crease as I pat her side of the bed, somehow hoping that my eyes are deceiving me. But she’s not there.I rise from the bed, sitting upright to reach for my phone. Twelve noon. The fuck? I have never slept in this long. And to think I slept through the night and into the midday. . .that too without noticing when my wife got up and left.Fuck me.So much for wanting to exclusively take care of her while she recovers.I throw the sheets off my legs and slide down the bed, groaning and cussing underneath my breath as I walk to the washroom. “Mirabella?” I call out her name. There’s no answer.‘She must’ve snuck out to make breakfast. You know how stubborn she can be.’ My subconscious reasons with me.With a shrug of my shoulders, I decide to freshen up
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Mirabella's PovThe front door of my home is pushed open by one of the soldiers. I step inside, my eyes immediately landing on my husband’s pacing form.He stops walking and stares at me with an angry expression. Perfectly arched brows shoot up with expectancy.What does he expect from me? An apology?Well, too bad I’m not ready to give him one.“Mirabella—”I cut him off with my index finger raised to the air. “Shut your mouth and don’t fucking talk to me.”With that, I rush up the stairs. Matteo chases after me, but I’m quicker on my feet. When I run into our room, I slam the door in his face, clicking the lock twice.Ignoring my husband’s incessant banging against the door, I head into the bathroom, wash myself clean of that whore’s stench off me, head into the closet and adorn a matching pair of red lacy lingerie. Then I top it off with a robe, securing the rope on the left side of my waist.When inside the room by my dressing table, I spray a little bit of water on my hair, givin
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Mirabella's PovMatteo likes pain, especially pain accompanied by pleasure. And as I kneel by his feet, his cock on my face, his hooded eyes staring down at me, I know he craves the pain.He desires to express his animality but is restraining himself.I do not want him to restrain himself.The two hands curled around his thick length tightens so hard it draws a strangled groan from his throat. One would expect him to recoil, but he doesn’t. He pushes himself forward as if asking me for more.And I give him more.I kiss up his crown, my tongue darting out to lick off the pre-cum oozing from his tip. He moans, tightening his hold on my hair. “Fucks sake, Mirabella,” he breathes harshly.“Patience, baby,” I whisper as I flatten my tongue at his base, lazily gliding upward and snaking around his cock. “Don’t be so fucking greedy for my mouth.”A scoff breezes through his lips, “you’re the one on your knees, licking me up like I’m some precious candy of yours. I think we both know who the
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Mariana’s Pov“Why did you bring me here?”My voice is accusing as I ask the question, my eyes tight, void of emotions. Alejandro’s Adam's apple bobs, an indication that a thick lump just slid down his throat.Then he smiles. He doesn’t know it, but the smile seems forced. “I’ve told you a million times, Mariana,” he says, his tone firm, robotic, “I want us to live freely for at least one week.”And that’s how I know he’s lying.Alejandro might be dangerous, but he has a casual persona. The type of man to wear a matching set of sweat shirt and pants in a room full of formally dressed men. The type of man to pull a trigger with a smile on his face. But his sudden seriousness when I ask my question is enough to sell him out. He’s suddenly defensive, and when one becomes defensive, something is amiss.“Cut the crap,” I murmur, my voice inaudible.“What was that?” Alejandro’s voice is low, sharp. It cuts through the air like a blade. His eyes are on mine, waiting, daring me to answer.I
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Alejandro’s PovEating is done, and the basket is discarded to the side, leaving enough space for Mariana and I to share in each other’s warmth.We’re lying beside each other, finger interlocked, our gazes faced towards the sky. We revel in the silence, feel the depth of our connection without actually speaking.And it surprises me how Mariana is so receptive to this newness, to this softness.The intensity of her beauty, the authority in her words, and even her gracefulness will have anyone who doesn’t truly know her believing that she’s such a tough woman who has no emotions.Lies.She’s just as soft hearted, and she craves gentility.The night is still, the sound of the waves the only thing breaking the quiet. I’m staring up at the sky again, but I can’t help it—my mind keeps drifting back to her.What does she feel about me? What does she feel now that we have our finger locked, and our eyes faced towards the same direction?I roll onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow so I
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Alejandro’s PovDay one on the Island.I jerk awake to heat, my muscles straining. Mariana’s body is perfectly molded into mine, her mass of dark, silky hair falling over my chest.A feeling of satisfaction fills my heart and I kiss the back of her head.She groans, and shifts back, wanting to disappear into me. But she wakes something else. Her ass locks around my growing bulge and a strained grunt escapes in my throat.“Shit, baby,” my voice comes out gruff, “you need to move a little.”I go to gently push her legs when she suddenly arches her back into me, causing my hand to land between her thighs. She moans.Fuck me.I move my hand, my fingertips grazing the skin of her inner thigh. She stirs, a small cry eliciting in her throat. I can’t tell if she’s fully awake, but her breathing is too uneven for someone who is still asleep. My hand squeezes her thigh, waiting for her to stop me. She doesn’t. I take that as a sign to continue. The hand buried between her thighs travels furth
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Mariana’s PovWe’ve had quite the journey, moving from flying, to riding in the back of a truck, and now, we’re boarding a boat.I have no complaints.This somewhat reminds me of my days of active duty, the days when I was going on dangerous missions. The feeling is exhilarating.“You can’t keep ignoring me, my lady,” Alejandro’s whiny voice resounds beside me. And it warms my heart. Still, I sidestep him and make my way into the boat.I sit in the plush leather seat, feeling the warmth of the sun-kissed leather envelop me. The boat's engines roar to life, and we set out, gliding across the turquoise waters, leaving the world behind.I inhale and exhale a breath, calming my heart.My hair whips back, the strands dancing in the ocean breeze. I laugh, feeling carefree, alive. The wind carries the sweet scent of saltwater and the faint hint of Alejandro's cologne. I throw my head back and breathe a relieved sigh. The blue of the ocean catches my eyes. The shininess of it, the glow cast
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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“It was you who put him in that state after all. How did you do it, Maria, huh? Was it the cookies you couldn't stop serving him? Or your special teas? How the fuck did you, right under our noses, succeed in reducing Don Vladimr Zakone Vaslav to a vegetable?”My brows twitch and a muscle feathers in my jaw. I throw my back against the backrest and heave out a sigh, my eyes locking with his.“I’m still waiting, Mariana,” Alejandro presses. He tries to sound serious, but I notice the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth and the look of awe in his eyes.He’s not angry.Good.Perhaps he is but is exceptionally good at concealing it: the logical part of my mind warns.My brows twitch. “Mind your business, Alejandro,” I mutter, my tone bored.His chuckle rumbles. “Your business is my business, amore mio,” he replies, “especially when my name was mentioned. “And that mad son of yours, his punishment will be doubled for ever putting hands on Alejandro. . .” I didn’t think a
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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
