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TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Part B: Chap 59
Alejandro’s PovHow did it come to this?A time when there’s a distance between us. A distance of pain, of disbelief, of self torture and self loathe.Five months. Five fucking months. And in that time, our choices put us in the depths of suffering and pain. I have suffered, suffered at the verge of death. But now that I see her, my Mariana, my green, now that I see her stagger into the living room, her arms wrapped around her protectively, I realize my suffering holds no water compared to hers.The air feels like it’s been sucked from the room as I watch her. I almost convince myself that she’s not the one, that it cannot be her.But it’s her—Mariana. In the flesh.Fuck. . .What the fuck did Radimr do to my woman?She’s thinner, almost skeletal, her skin pale, her face gaunt, but it’s her. . .The same mismatched eyes that used to dance with fire now stare at me, wide and unblinking, like she’s seeing a ghost. Her lips part as if to speak, but no sound comes out, just a tremor of bre
Last Updated : 2024-12-13TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Part B: Chap 60
Alejandro’s PovThe space still echo with the sound of her sobs and whimpers. It’s so loud and so taunting. I hold her closer, hug her tighter, hold myself back from falling apart as well.She fights to get out of my embrace, but I hold her tighter. I don’t want to leave her alone.Her sobs louden, tearing through the silence, echoing over and over and over. It’s deafening, relentless, like they’re reverberating inside my chest, shaking the fragile hold I have on myself. And I can’t tell if she’s crying from the physical pain, or because she’s relieved, or because she hates me, yet I hold her tighter, my arms like steel bands around her trembling frame, and bury my face in her hair. I look back to see if her parents are still standing behind us. They’re not. They’ve given us the much needed privacy.“Please,” I whisper, though I don’t even know what I’m asking for. For her to stop crying? For her to keep holding on? For the pain clawing at us both to somehow end? She squirms in m
Last Updated : 2024-12-13TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Part B: Chap 61
Alejandro’s PovHours has passed, and yet, I hear nothing. We hear nothing from the doctors.Her mother and father, Don Matteo and his wife are seated by my side, both of them maintaining silence, and yet, their pain is radiating evidently.Mirabella Denaro has her hands in her hair, her eyes red at the rims, her skin trembling. She feels more guilt than pain. And I know because I’ve come to find out that it was her idea to push forward with Mariana’s and Radimr’s wedding.A mission.One that has taken both her children from her.There’s no coming back from this.And then there’s Don Matteo. He’s enraged, angry, unable to console his wife because all of this has strained their relationship so much it’ll take a miracle for him to forgive his wife. And then there’s me. I have no explanation.A door clicks open, I jump to my feet, watching as two men in scrubs approach. They bow slightly to Don Matteo before one of them starts speaking.The words coming out of the doctor’s mouth blur in
Last Updated : 2024-12-16TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Part B: Chap 62
Alejandro’s PovOne month later.And a few days more.The soft scrape of the sponge against her skin feels louder in the silence of the room. I squeeze it over the bowl, watching the water drip, clear and warm, before I run it along her arm. Her skin feels cold, so much colder than it should, and it makes something sharp twist in my chest. Thirty-four days. That’s how long it’s been since she closed her eyes and never opened them again. That’s how long it has been since her body went into shock. That’s how long it’s been since the doctors blabbered about the drugs in her system, the ones her husband tortured her with, the ones capable of rendering a human being to nothing.It’s laughable how it’s the same torture drugs her mother produces that was used to torture her.So, here we are, thirty four days later.Thirty-four days of waiting, hoping, praying, cursing the heavens and everything in between. I keep my hands steady, moving the sponge gently over her wrist. She’s lost weight
Last Updated : 2024-12-16TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Part B: Chap 63
Mariana’s PovOne month later. . .I drive my fist into the punching bag and the leather strains, the chains holding it rattling right after, but not as loud as my grunt. The rattle of the chain reminds me of the torture I endured as Radimr’s captive and a grunt erupts in my throat again, this time filled with rage.My fist drives into the punching bag again, and again, and again. I can’t stop myself. There’s too much anger and repressed rage inside of me. But the doctors say I still need some time to recover.As if one month of unconsciousness and another month of being unable to use my limbs isn’t enough.“You’ll hurt yourself if you keep going too hard. . .”And then there’s the nagging Alejandro, who thinks himself my caretaker. He’s just always rambling my ears off about how I should take it easy.For an aggressive man like him, he sure knows how to exude calmness.Huffing out a breath, I shoot him a glare and turn on my heels as I slip off my boxing gloves.Truth is, I haven’t e
Last Updated : 2024-12-16TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Part B: Chap 64
Mariana’s PovI’m standing in front of the large mirror in my bathroom, shirt and pants discarded, the only thing remaining on me the gauze used to wrap me up like I’m some fucking gift.I twist my torso from side to side, a groan, strained with pain tumbling out of my throat. And then I reach for the end of the gauze and tug, slowly unwrapping it from around my ribs.The doctors say it’s taking too long for me to fully recover because I was drugged up way too much, and the drugs are showing too much resistance to their treatment plan.But I’m showing great improvement, that I’m sure of.As I unwrap the gauze from around me, I whimper in pain and my hand falls on the counter edge, gripping tight. Just then, I feel another hand on me, soft. My eyes snap to the mirror and they widen.Fuck!“You’re still in pain, Mariana,” he says simply, his eyes refusing to meet mine. “You shouldn’t strain yourself.”“And you?” I ask the question before my mind can even register it.Only then did his e
Last Updated : 2024-12-16TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Part B: Chap 65
Mariana’s PovI sprint down the stairs, my breath ragged and uneven. Each step feels like a countdown, a drumbeat driving me toward the only place I know will give me answers. My fingers skim the banister for balance, but it does little to steady me. The house feels colder than usual, the air thicker, pressing against me like a warning. I push through it. My heart pounds louder with every step, drowning out the sound of my underfoot padding violently against the floor. When I reach the bottom, I pause, just for a second, leaning on the wall to catch my breath.I screech, my fist colliding against my chest. My lungs are burning, my chest constricting so much I can barely breathe. And I cannot tell if it’s the pain I feel inside or the physical pain, but I just know I’m so much pain.It’s eating away at me.My knees almost give out on me and I almost stumble, but I feel firm hands hold me up. I don’t need to look to know who it is. Alejandro.“Mariana. . .” he breathes.“You lied to
Last Updated : 2024-12-16TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Chapter 0001
Mirabella's povFor the first time in months, I finally make a decision to leave my research laboratory and head on out to my apartment just so I can have a peaceful and well rested weekend. I weave my keys through my fingers as I walk through the suspiciously quiet streets and the moment I come to a halt in front of my door, two men in black suddenly emerge from the shadows, taking their stance on both sides of me.I suck in a breath.Being taken hostage has become an all time normal in my life. It doesn't happen quite frequently but when it does happen, there's always one person behind it—my father.What father derives pleasure in kidnapping his own daughter?Mine.With a roll of my eyes, I put my hands behind me, waiting for the men to bind my wrists together and blindfold me as they'd always done. "This doesn't count as kidnapping if I'm willingly going with you," I snort a laugh as they lead me into the black SUV.Having a father like mine can pan out to be very detrimental to yo
Last Updated : 2024-06-07
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Mariana’s PovI sprint down the stairs, my breath ragged and uneven. Each step feels like a countdown, a drumbeat driving me toward the only place I know will give me answers. My fingers skim the banister for balance, but it does little to steady me. The house feels colder than usual, the air thicker, pressing against me like a warning. I push through it. My heart pounds louder with every step, drowning out the sound of my underfoot padding violently against the floor. When I reach the bottom, I pause, just for a second, leaning on the wall to catch my breath.I screech, my fist colliding against my chest. My lungs are burning, my chest constricting so much I can barely breathe. And I cannot tell if it’s the pain I feel inside or the physical pain, but I just know I’m so much pain.It’s eating away at me.My knees almost give out on me and I almost stumble, but I feel firm hands hold me up. I don’t need to look to know who it is. Alejandro.“Mariana. . .” he breathes.“You lied to
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Mariana’s PovI’m standing in front of the large mirror in my bathroom, shirt and pants discarded, the only thing remaining on me the gauze used to wrap me up like I’m some fucking gift.I twist my torso from side to side, a groan, strained with pain tumbling out of my throat. And then I reach for the end of the gauze and tug, slowly unwrapping it from around my ribs.The doctors say it’s taking too long for me to fully recover because I was drugged up way too much, and the drugs are showing too much resistance to their treatment plan.But I’m showing great improvement, that I’m sure of.As I unwrap the gauze from around me, I whimper in pain and my hand falls on the counter edge, gripping tight. Just then, I feel another hand on me, soft. My eyes snap to the mirror and they widen.Fuck!“You’re still in pain, Mariana,” he says simply, his eyes refusing to meet mine. “You shouldn’t strain yourself.”“And you?” I ask the question before my mind can even register it.Only then did his e
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Mariana’s PovOne month later. . .I drive my fist into the punching bag and the leather strains, the chains holding it rattling right after, but not as loud as my grunt. The rattle of the chain reminds me of the torture I endured as Radimr’s captive and a grunt erupts in my throat again, this time filled with rage.My fist drives into the punching bag again, and again, and again. I can’t stop myself. There’s too much anger and repressed rage inside of me. But the doctors say I still need some time to recover.As if one month of unconsciousness and another month of being unable to use my limbs isn’t enough.“You’ll hurt yourself if you keep going too hard. . .”And then there’s the nagging Alejandro, who thinks himself my caretaker. He’s just always rambling my ears off about how I should take it easy.For an aggressive man like him, he sure knows how to exude calmness.Huffing out a breath, I shoot him a glare and turn on my heels as I slip off my boxing gloves.Truth is, I haven’t e
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Alejandro’s PovOne month later.And a few days more.The soft scrape of the sponge against her skin feels louder in the silence of the room. I squeeze it over the bowl, watching the water drip, clear and warm, before I run it along her arm. Her skin feels cold, so much colder than it should, and it makes something sharp twist in my chest. Thirty-four days. That’s how long it’s been since she closed her eyes and never opened them again. That’s how long it has been since her body went into shock. That’s how long it’s been since the doctors blabbered about the drugs in her system, the ones her husband tortured her with, the ones capable of rendering a human being to nothing.It’s laughable how it’s the same torture drugs her mother produces that was used to torture her.So, here we are, thirty four days later.Thirty-four days of waiting, hoping, praying, cursing the heavens and everything in between. I keep my hands steady, moving the sponge gently over her wrist. She’s lost weight
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Part B: Chap 61
Alejandro’s PovHours has passed, and yet, I hear nothing. We hear nothing from the doctors.Her mother and father, Don Matteo and his wife are seated by my side, both of them maintaining silence, and yet, their pain is radiating evidently.Mirabella Denaro has her hands in her hair, her eyes red at the rims, her skin trembling. She feels more guilt than pain. And I know because I’ve come to find out that it was her idea to push forward with Mariana’s and Radimr’s wedding.A mission.One that has taken both her children from her.There’s no coming back from this.And then there’s Don Matteo. He’s enraged, angry, unable to console his wife because all of this has strained their relationship so much it’ll take a miracle for him to forgive his wife. And then there’s me. I have no explanation.A door clicks open, I jump to my feet, watching as two men in scrubs approach. They bow slightly to Don Matteo before one of them starts speaking.The words coming out of the doctor’s mouth blur in
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Alejandro’s PovThe space still echo with the sound of her sobs and whimpers. It’s so loud and so taunting. I hold her closer, hug her tighter, hold myself back from falling apart as well.She fights to get out of my embrace, but I hold her tighter. I don’t want to leave her alone.Her sobs louden, tearing through the silence, echoing over and over and over. It’s deafening, relentless, like they’re reverberating inside my chest, shaking the fragile hold I have on myself. And I can’t tell if she’s crying from the physical pain, or because she’s relieved, or because she hates me, yet I hold her tighter, my arms like steel bands around her trembling frame, and bury my face in her hair. I look back to see if her parents are still standing behind us. They’re not. They’ve given us the much needed privacy.“Please,” I whisper, though I don’t even know what I’m asking for. For her to stop crying? For her to keep holding on? For the pain clawing at us both to somehow end? She squirms in m
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Part B: Chap 59
Alejandro’s PovHow did it come to this?A time when there’s a distance between us. A distance of pain, of disbelief, of self torture and self loathe.Five months. Five fucking months. And in that time, our choices put us in the depths of suffering and pain. I have suffered, suffered at the verge of death. But now that I see her, my Mariana, my green, now that I see her stagger into the living room, her arms wrapped around her protectively, I realize my suffering holds no water compared to hers.The air feels like it’s been sucked from the room as I watch her. I almost convince myself that she’s not the one, that it cannot be her.But it’s her—Mariana. In the flesh.Fuck. . .What the fuck did Radimr do to my woman?She’s thinner, almost skeletal, her skin pale, her face gaunt, but it’s her. . .The same mismatched eyes that used to dance with fire now stare at me, wide and unblinking, like she’s seeing a ghost. Her lips part as if to speak, but no sound comes out, just a tremor of bre
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Part B: Chap 58
Mariana’s Pov Doors slam open and I am carried inside. Frantic hands roam, tearing my clothes apart, wincing, cursing. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m simply breathing hard and fast, inhaling and exhaling erratic breaths through my mouth.“Pulse!” A voice screams, the tone commanding. “Fifty two! Fuck!” I hear another voice, frustrated, enraged. “Fuck they’ll have our heads if something happens to her.”The commanding voice booms again. “Stop fucking whining and check her blood preesure!”Something wraps around my arm and squeezes painfully hard. I wince, shifting. Then it’s no longer squeezing. I hear a grumble. “She’s holding up but this doesn’t look good! We need to drip her up and pray to God that nothing happens to her!”I feel it. A needle piercing through me. I can only manage a small cry. My mouth opens, throat dry, but I manage to whisper, “Alejandro. . .” It’s barely a sound, more a breath, but it escapes me again. “Alejandro. . .”“What?” The commanding voice snaps, s
TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA Part B: Chap 57
Mariana’s PovThe world comes back to me in fragments. There is a throbbing pain in my side, the distant hum of the air conditioner, another throbbing pain in my head, and the weight of something warm pressing against me. My ribs scream in protest as I try to shift, but I freeze when I feel it.A slick, wet trail glides along my neck, slow, cautious. A shiver of disgust shoots down my spine as realization dawns. His tongue.“Get off me,” I rasp. My voice is weak but the venom laced with it is unmistakable. He doesn’t stop. The weight on the bed shifts as his hand brushes against my arm. His mouth moves closer to my ear. My stomach churns. And then adrenaline kicks in. I twist, pain slicing through my torso like a hot blade. My ribs feel like they’re on fire, and I can barely breathe, but I use what strength I have to push at his chest.“Stop!” I manage, gritting my teeth as I shove him with everything left in me.He chuckles, low and mocking, like he’s enjoying this. “Relax, Mariana
