All Chapters of Protecting My Mafia Princess: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

…Trinity POV…Colton should have been back already. He should not be taking so long. I have tried to phone him a few times now, and his phone goes straight to voicemail. Now I am starting to get really worried. There are a million things that are running through my head. What if they took him? What if they killed him? What if they are torturing him? What if, What if, What if.It takes me only but two seconds to burst out in tears. Even though I know that something might have happened that he cannot talk to me, the thought comes to my mind that he left me. I don't know why but it does. I really wish I did not have my insecurities, but too many people have left me, and I hate for him to be another one.It is in no time that I leave the boat and turns around to go find him. I know that he told me to stay here and wait for him. Half an hour has passed, and I am definitely not leaving here without him. I know that I am putting myself in danger, but righ

I always used to think that someday that they will come for me. For years I trained myself well to overcome situations like this. I never once thought I would get caught and torture by a psycho woman. I would say it is embarrassing, but I am finding it quite amusing in a way.I wake up with her almost literally in my face, "Can't you stand any fucking closer.""You can be glad that I am not sitting on your lap.""You will have a better chance of getting a hard-on than me."She gestures to Sloane, and he smashes his fist into my face."I see you playing hard now?""Well, soft did not work," Amber says.I burst out laughing at her attempt to sound far meaner than before. "What are you going to do? Punch the shit out of me and hope I fall in love with you whoring ass?"She nods at Sloane, and he launches his fist into my cheek."I can do this all night long."I only but smirk at him, then with much amusement on my fa

…Trinity POV…Looking at the way they have beaten up Colton just breaks my heart, but yet, here he sits, and I swear the man will be ready to take another beating. Somehow it makes me feel rest assured that they will not hurt him now that they have found him. But yes, I am sadly mistaken if I think that they are done, for I have to go and open my mouth.“Who is your trash bitch?”I watch as she walks on over to me with one godawful smirk on her face. Next to me, I can see Colton just shaking his head, telling me to keep quiet. But he does not know me; nobody calls me trash.So as she comes to stand in front of me, she shows for Karlo to untie me from the chair. I can see as Colton’s eyes grow wide, and the fear sets in. From underneath his breath, he softly whispers, “Princess, keep quiet.”But the bitch hears him call me princess, and she immediately reacts, “You are such a sweet couple. It is a pi

I find myself standing in front of the door that will be the choice that I am making. What I choose next will define who I am and what I will become.Am I making the right choice?Ya, that I cannot tell you now.Wait until the morning, and I will see if regret starts to consume me. I guess in a way, no matter what I decide, my fate will still lead down the same road and with the same outcome.So as the door slowly creeks open, I take one deep breath. I need to remind myself…Breathe, Colton, Breathe. You can do this.And in I step…Ya, it is great to be back home.I immediately make my way to the bar. I grab a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the bar. I pour two shots and immediately throw them to the back of my throat, then another after that before I finally sip on my third one.I made the choice to come home and not go to Trinity. We have been at this bridge so many times that I don’t think that we can e

I have grown one very brave. My smart ass has just as Vic for his daughter’s hand. Now, I wish I could tell you that I know what I am doing, but I am fucking sinking the more is speak. I am either going to be damn satisfied with myself or highly pissed once he gives me an answer. And then I am going to sit my stupid ass down and decide what to do with it. But, ya, fuck. The man only but laughs at me with the greatest of pleasure. This only fuels that anger that is boiling in my body. As soon as the fuck has calmed his hysterics, he speaks to me once again, “You want my daughter’s hand in marriage. Is that what you said?” “Well, unless you have grown deaf since you left here, then that is exactly what I said.” “Watch your fucking mouth, Colton.” “I do not need to watch anything with you; I am no longer your