All Chapters of FORCED MAFIA BRIDES: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Run!It was the only thing in my head. I dashed through the door, putting a chair under the handle. I opened my large case and took out the photo album. I took my mom’s jewelry box and gadgets, slipping it into her personal bag. I went to the window, staring out. It was a long fall. What would mom do? What would dad do?I stared around until I stared at the bed. Everything was dropped. I could barely see through my emotions. I ripped the sheets then tied them as best as I could while counting the minutes for the guards outside. When the guard patrolling passed, I opened the window and threw out the sheets. The wind had picked up, the sheets blown to the sides. I took my mother’s bag, threw it over my shoulder before I climbed out of the window. I had five minutes before the next guard came around. My body shook, my hand slipping now and again. A yelp was held tightly in my mouth as I bit my tongue hard. I thought the wind would blow me away. My body swung, hitting the wall hard. I

ROME’S P.O.V.“You should get some sleep, you look tired.” My head bobbed and snapped me from my sleep. My eyes immediately searched the room and again, there were no changes. I was still in the room with a man I didn’t know, a man I didn’t trust and a man who probably sold me out. My eyes ran to the monitor once again. The crowd had thinned yet some women and men still danced. They held each other and kissed. I wanted to look away but I continued staring, watching for anything out of place. Many hours had passed and soon the sun would rise. What was I waiting for? I should have left. I should have fought my way through. What would have mom done?My mind told me to run yet still, I sat there. ‘Trust your gut when you are in impossible situations.’ Mom would say when we played chess and she would tell me about the world of the mafia and cartels. My eyes ran back to the man who stared back at me. He seemed amused. “You still don’t want food?” My eyes snapped to him then I looked

I shouldn't have been looking. Even ten minutes later from seeing it, I was still frozen in shock. “Kabir, take her.” My sister was thrust to my chest, her body violently shaking as her cry pierced through the small boat in the open sea. Her cries drew me from my shocked state and I stared down at her. Blood covered her pale skin. She kicked her arms and legs, lips turning blue. The small jacket wrapped around her had slipped. I covered her fully, tried to wipe her face with the sleeve. Another cry reached my ears. I stared up, my mother, having given birth a few minutes before, looked so pale as she shivered. The boat rocked roughly, water flying and pouring on us. Shouts drew me to my father who had just thrust the baby in my arms. Three men were around him, the men who my parents and all the families had paid to get us to America, to rescue us from the war. They were getting closer and closer to my father and I held my little sister even closer to my chest. My knees were propelle

The gasp outside told me Rome was done with his lessons. “ Rome!” “ Dad!” I straightened, realizing how far I had gone in the fields. For some reason I stopped what I was doing and quickly walked through the path and out from the tall maize plants. My eyes wrecked around until they fell on him. “ Done with your classes?” “Yes dad.” I wanted to tell him to go back in the house. I stared at his bare feet in concern. He shouldn't have been walking or standing at all but I held my tongue. I couldn’t shelter him. Life already turned sour for him, he needed to be stronger. He looked so fragile, probably why I needed to toughen him up. “ Come, you can feed the horse and chickens.” His eyes widened. “We have horses and chickens?” I stopped and stared at him. ‘We have’ The two words echoed in my head. He took his mother’s personality I walked on until we reached the barn, pulling the door open. “Take that dish, scoop that powdered maize and pour it into the chicken feeders.” The

“I have a job for you.” I shot up as Lurther rushed down with more than five guards. They unlocked the bar door and shuffled in. I backed away as much as I could until I hit the wall and realized I had nowhere to go. I pushed off the wall and readied myself to fight. My fists were in the air. The men all came at once. I threw a punch only to be pushed to the wall. They restrained me then pulled me off the wall. I was pushed forward. Where were they taking me? What were they going to do with me? I shook, trying to pull out of their grip. One of my hands slipped from their hold and I swung it. The men were taken by surprise and I was able to free myself. My punch hammered to one’s face then I elbowed another behind me but they weren’t my target. Lurther was just a few feet away. I ran to him, my fist flying to his face. If I just killed him, even if I died after, at least I knew my son would be safe. Hands gripped me, pulling me back. They gripped the back of my neck tightly with